who shed all his clothes
and opened his window
21 stories high
in the middle of a blizzard
which blows the snow
flakes into a swirling fantasy,

who stood barefoot
in six inches of frozen power
with hard nipples
clenched musles
shivering.

He lay for a few seconds
in the pristine pile
tried to create
a nude white angel by imprint
but the freeze jolted him upright.

He was excited
but his erection remained untouched
by anything but
snowflakes and night air.

It wasn’t a sexual thing
just a sensual thing
and he was seduced to
scale the black fence
that guarded against
runaways,

and jump,
catapult himself from the banks of perception
into frozenfreefall
he orbited reality
and touched the universe
for just one second.