Prosepoem I (or "Dianna")

They find themselves on a bed. They grin and smile each other, their hands yearning to caress the other, to sculpt each other’s body, to discover one another. Yet they are not alone. There are others in the room, chatting and joking around with each other. The two snuggle closer, chatting in excited whispers, attempting to tune out all others in their room. At once, all other voices fade as the two leave the natural world behind, completely lost in each other’s eyes, the smell of each other’s hair, the smooth curvature of each other’s flesh. With a resounding clash, the door smashes open, revealing another friend. He joins the merriment in the room, but also brings the news that despite the late hour, their room is quite loud. Self-conscious now, the two leave the room, looking for somewhere more private to consummate their new found love. The girl leads the way – she has done this before, she knows what she wants and where to get it. The boy walks behind her, continually altering his distance from her, going ahead, than behind her. His attempts at stealth do not work, it is blatantly obvious the two of them are traveling together. Yet this late at night, no one is in the halls. No one is around to chastise the two or bring embarrassment to the boy’s face. The girl strides purposefully forward, leading the boy down a long passage whereupon the material of the building abruptly changes. No longer are they standing on linoleum with plaster walls. They have entered the student clinic. He has never been here before, and finds himself looking around blankly. The girl leads him around towards one end of the facility where there are tiled basins – 4 feet off the ground, with centers slightly depressed. There is a couple already in the basin directly to their left, and the boy’s face runs hot with anticipation. The girl climbs into the basin, covers herself with the blankets, and coyly invites the boy to join her. The boy grins sheepishly as he begins to follow her – he has brought no protection. Though he knows what he wants, his sense of righteousness prevents him from pursuing his preferred method of expressing it. As soon as he is in the basin with her, once again hands go exploring, forms are hugged tight, smiles plastered indefinitely on the barely-minted adults. A strong, resounding voice echoes the lover’s alcove and a large, meaty man appears. He pays no attention to what is happening in his basins – he drops a small package in each of the occupied basins, his eyes remaining fixedly upturned the entire time. As quickly as he appeared, he is gone, and now the boy smiles in earnest. He turns towards his lover, who flashes a foxy smile back. The world seems to turn upside down – red and blue beacons of light go bouncing off and around the tiled walls, flying from the girl’s fingers, seeking the halls from whence the two had come. At last the foreplay is over. The girl opens her mouth, still smiling. “Come."

I sit bolt upright, breathing heavily and extremely agitated. It is quite a long time before I can get back to sleep.