The encounter
Note: this is nothing more than a poetic recreation of a short story written by a friend. He deserves all the creative credit!
The planet beckons. Warm, beneath the ground
A mind alive where nothing seems to live;
We draw our ship towards the barren land
And there we leave the portal, and we stand
And look in awe, and feel the need to give
Of sight, and movement, touch and smell and sound.
Our feet, as if by some unknown command
Bear all of us, we three, across the rocks;
We marvel all the while at shimmers bright
Whose colours, evanescent in the light
Betoken keys that open body-locks
Releasing us to sexual demand.
Our minds dissolving, in the starry night,
We trek towards a nearby cave unlit;
Climb down its entrance steep, and to a room
Where stands a statue; covered yet by gloom,
About it, wisps and tendrils seem to flit.
Then suddenly, with orgiastic light
The statue, darkened still, seems yet to bloom.
And all three lose the last of any will,
But primal urges take us to the brink
As, flinging clothes, we stumble on to link
Each with the others, till we drink our fill
And in our ecstasy we find our doom.
How long we stayed there I can hardly think;
For we were naked, coupling, outside time
And felt the statue – Goddess, as we thought –
Absorbing all the energies we wrought
And stealing, in some supernat’ral crime,
Our living force. Yet finally I blink
And find myself once more on shipboard caught.
My two companions also here with me
Exhausted now, but knowing we had found
A place where sexual energies abound
That we were loath to grasp, more loath to flee;
Till sleep o’ercame us, and we fell to naught.