Worlds Apart

I fucked your daughter,
General,
on a tiger skin rug!
She moaned like a lion off the barricks of a south indian ocean
as the Blue whales hummed and we conceived two daughters of our own.
We laid down and watched the port hole sway as the clone waves shook our hull;
and as night fell,we traced galaxys in circles around our open mouths,
legs
and doors.
could we be anymore in love?
or is this anguish for now,
Darling...
we are worlds apart.