Here in the warm
gloom of our room
as snow talks to itself
outside over & over
I contemplate
your navel
concentrate on it
with the tip of my tongue
trace the twirls of your
beginnings
before
(like a drunken sailor)
I set sail
sally forth
go directly
(due south)
arrive at
your equator
your lips
parting with pleasure
your hearty
'Ahoy there! '
making me
shiver
in ant...
...tic...i...
...pation
as you
welcome me
into port.
Ship to shore.
Ship
to
shore.
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I would like to translate this poem
Ship to shore...receiving you very well here, Matey! What a wonderful way to spend a cold winter evening...Sailing the Seven Seas...Over the Bounding Main..