When We Made Love

i made love to
a doctor of medicine
in cyberspace
sort of floating and
swimming in black space
feeling this black hole
within us
i felt like
a stethoscope
hearing the beatings
of my heart
but she loves most
and opts for
this colonoscopy
thing
after the
endoscopy
prelude
i complained
because
what i really
wanted
is something like
a bikini cut
something frontal
not this pedal

whatever
but i felt lousy after
when she said that even
in cyberspace
i must wear
condom.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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