For Heaven Sake It's Just Ride On A Yacht Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

We sit on the upholstered white naugahyde
bench. The three of us, I between my wife
and this other woman to my right.

That woman, of nondescript age, feels
familiar but I can't quite put her anywhere
except that she is on the healthy plump side

with short blondish hair intermingled with
streaks of gray and black bangs neatly
razor cut below the ears on either side

of her face. Her Twiggy forehead hidden
by her bangs down across the middle
of her blue-gray eyes.

I feel an underlying attraction toward her
as she clings to me and mouths that she's
fed up with life.

The ocean water rises from the bottom
of the boat soon reaching my nipples.
At that very moment the women gently

submerges while still holding my arm.
I try to lift her out but she gurgles to me
that she's just fine.

Well, it's not right for me to have sex
but the thought momentarily crosses
my mind as I slide under the water

next to her and enter Paradise.