In the Wet and Willing Wild

In the wet and willing wild,
we dance until
our feet begin to blush.
We dance ourselves electric
in the wet and willing wild
to the rhythms of a lusty heart
pumping blood through
eager arteries and veins.
The pains of yesterday
have faded to a dusty mauve,
the pains of tomorrow
not quite real,
and in our frenzy,
the pains of today
are imperceptible
in the wet and willing wild.

-r. miller