New World Explorers Poem by Mark Heathcote

They crossed broad, wild rivers together
They did this almost daily
Sterns bumping into one another
His oars rowing, sedately
She crisscrossed great lakes, loves deep waters.
Their own, welfare forgot
They anchored like New World Explorers
Once, they'd disembarked.
She held his hands taking those first few steps
Then they Scuppered those old boats
With their loaded bayonets
Ready charged, beneath their underclothes
… They fell upon each other, panting
Breathless, you are my island
I, I am now yours for the asking...
And, then they kissed unbridled.