The Dance

[Cthonian]

Naked dancing,
sprawled and effervescing
with beaded sudor,
exuding grunts and staccato whines.

The steps take seconds,
no preamble.
The closing reels
are attained rapidly.

With an atomic spasm,
everthing clenches.
The crescendo is here.

Unfathomable amounts
of furious nerve endings
burst in a supernovic fashion.

Several billion pounds of power,
seventy miles high,
force my head into the cold brick.

And to end, torn fingernails,
a nosebleed.