I could tell by the way she boarded the ship

open blouse

breasts in rhythm

rhyming

skirt lifting in the breeze

tatooted golden thighs

vibrating

That she joined this voyage

for more than an escape from rocky land.

As the waves rocked the ship

and a full moon peeked from behind

behinds

lonely clouds

(a voyeur moon in Scorptio)

we exploded in rhythm to the crashing waves

But t

but

once wasn't enough

Like waves upon the bow

she took on each lost man

she could land at sea

While I conspired with the moon

on how to have her once again

and I did

disguised as

another me.

Filling her stormy depths

on that voyage through Hades

that all men must take

as their initiation

once free of her womb

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