life on mars

stretched out like
a rag doll on
the cool tiles
of the kitchen floor,
after making love
for a miraculous
third time in an
hour you feel dizzy,
but pleased
with your sudden
burst of energy,
not to mention
how happy you are
with modern day medicine.
however you feel
a little faint
and your mind
wanders into space.
literally into space.
you begin to think
about mars and how
there is no life
there, but that they
keep saying that it
looks like
Arizona, without
life, of course,
which seems strangely
ironic or paradoxical.
is there really
life in arizona, you
blurt out to your
new friend from france,
clarissa? who lies
beside you still panting
like a cat. not speaking
the same language
as you, she leans up
and stares into your
eyes and says, pardon?
what are you speaking
dear boy, she eeks out
with her adorable
accent. me, are you
thinking of me, of
me and you forever in
this place you call
arizona?
oui, you say, oui,
but don't touch me
right now, okay?
i'm sort of done here.