Amphitrite was alone due to matters of shipping-
perhaps a war or an off-season storm,
when another god came and gave her a spray,
and left her aglow on a warm, sandy shore.
Poseidon was enraged, and he made the world shake.
He would find that that other god and let him have it.
But Amphitrite said 'No! I told you not to go! '
but deep inside she wished he'd make it a habit.
But he never did, and stayed by her side,
as the Aegean was tossed to and fro,
then soon settled down with passion unwound
until Eros returned with his bow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem