art by Charlie DeVico
OF THE STAR-PILOT'S
In the vast envelope of sidereal space
she has conjugated every constellation
and calculated instantaneous interstellar
trajectories that convert the inconceivable
distances of the space-time continuum to
the flip of a switch, a single calibration.
She has sampled systems by the score,
planets and moons by a score times ten,
the colors and vistas of alien landscapes,
the incomprehensible customs of complex
extraterrestrial cultures, the flavors and
fashions of worlds far beyond human ken.
When he kama-sutras her from head to toe
with tactile skill (even if he does it twice),
when he exhibits the long-distance stamina
of a marathon medalist and explores every
erogenous nook and cranny known to man,
she merely whispers: "That was nice."