The little death is the French description of having an orgasm.
I thought perhaps it meant reaching
A spiritual connection, a heavenly rose opening
At the pelvis, life's power in the scream,
A bodily shock and transcendence, the soul
Flying out of the open mouth, the taste of an angel's skin,
A morsel of God's beauty, just tangible sweet ethereal release
Into a better place, the crossing of planes,
Prairies, the purity, the existence of too-wonderful things.
Now I realise, like dying,
It's just something my Mother
Wished and hoped I'd never do.