When your mother brought you here to join us
A bond was made as your eyes shone,
Beauteous red-haired daughter of Peleus,
My confidante and companion.
Boys glimpse visions of a she-male form
As beauty brooks no edge or error
So shores that shift become the norm:
It was thus with you my Kerkysera.
From your mother the Nereid Thetis
You were quicksilver like the autumn moon
As gay and constant as the changing tides
Jostling tender - caressing rough - in turn.
Each day we skipped from wharf to castle
The carefree, careless girls of Skyros
Till desire and doubt and blush gave battle
Awaiting the feast of Dionysus.
Then was I the master of us, shy maid -
Nub and nipple stretched against the cloth,
Easing, seeking, touching as we played -
Unafraid of any warrior's wrath.
Fickle sea nymph, tonguing salty skin taut,
As arm to arm, chest to breast, cuddled close
I stroked your thigh and your sweet pleasure sought,
My finger tips alive as passion rose.
Roused to act you found yourself revealed
Salving wounds in love's emotion
Sheathing the sword to set aside my shield
Finding peace in sweet commotion.
Was it anger then at this release
That set you bound for war at Troy
When that old trickster peddler Odysseus
Plied his guile to girlhood love destroy?
But freckled fem, I needed no defense -
It seems your shame a baser man concealed.
There was no cause to take offence
It matters not which skin, when skin's revealed
Your brittle pride will serve you well in strife
Let warlike acts subdue your deep unease:
And I will act the duteous little wife
Though making love you dream of Patrocles.
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