A Night To Remember

We spent the night in a dumpy motel
Playing cards on a gyrating bed.
We played by Mike’s rules (three-halves-naked)
Sharing nightmares (orgran grinder's egregious hump)
Making plans (tour of my basement?)
Forgetting the homeless existed.
We twisted our bodies
In glorious expression
Of how trees must scream
When the brutal axemen
Screw them un-politely.
We painted impressions.
Oh, what impressions!
You called me your little Monet.
I called you my ‘mongous Manet.
We always did get them confused.
An artist and a gentleman.
An artist and an artist.
I knew you didn’t smelled like a prostitute.