The breeze from the sea
as fresh as a Mendelssohn
violin melody, he says.
Swathed in the sweet
scent of seaweed, she says
Honey, you have the soul
of a poet. .
Don’t call me Honey. She runs
into the midnight surf.
Waist-high in ocean water,
she waves her golden bikini top
in triumph and cries, Call me Thetis,
mistress of the sea, custodian
of all the fishes.
At the flash of thunder,
Poseidon lifts her lightly to the shore
into her lover’s waiting arms.
Take me to your sacred cave,
my fair Peleus.
Come, my lovely sea nymph.
Will my red convertible chariot
with satin seats, stereophonic sound,
and moon roof suffice?
What--no ambrosia bar?
No nectar of the gods?
It’s on order, he says.
Laughter shakes the night.
They spend the night on satin seats
under a roof of stars, rocking
to the rhythms of the sea
and a Mendelssohn violin melody.
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But "mythic Merriment" the poem, should be read a few times while sipping a good aged and breathed Barolo with room temperature.
One can't write more nice.
Georg
how they bend to the moment, willing and wild.
your use of nature as nuanced innuendo is unsurpassed.
and i drown in the whirling pool of love shining and glistening.
soft as winded whisper and i can really see her eyes sparkling of your own. the water and sunshine envious of the play.
scene II.
ness
Regis
Edwin
They spend the night on satin seats
under a roof of stars, rocking
to the rhythms of the sea
and a Mendelssohn violin melody.
very erotically enticing!
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Witty, erudite and wonderfully imaginative this romp is an early morning dessert for me and so easy to digest it goes down like a smoothie; the world of myth, love, lust, want and of course joyous fantasy all celebrated in the definitive Williamson style.
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
In Spirit,
Bear
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Love,
Sage