Orgasm Multiplied

It washed over me
like quicksilver dipped in lightening
my pulse a quickening thunder
clapping, slapping, sapping my strength
over and over again until at last
a spidery web overwhelmed me.
~
Again the excruciating stabbing pain
thrilled me, sent me climbing sheets
of mountainous linen with raking fingers
toes curled like a monkey clinging
to a tree branch upside down
giving me a multidimensional view
~
of orgasm; the little death of life.