THE BLACK HOLE — A Poem

Will there be a black hole at the end?

A void that suck in all light and matter?

Let me slide ever faster

Unfettered by the tug of atoms

Like that moment as a child on a swing

That instant of free fall

That tingle somewhere behind the scrotum

That titillated and confused

May that orgasm by magnified

Until I'm enveloped in darkness

And home