Afloat in a tempest, deep tongued kisses
Of ocean storming caressing waves, peaked breasts.
A gusty wind sweetly moaning, a trembling lover; -
Sail me across that pounding sea, that beating heart
Washes these veins, spraying brine upon rocks
Of a broken shore, a sage smile under moonlight
Glimmers through broken clouds of linen
Twisted above a vanquished beach-
A marble statue; its pinions of freedom
Gilding the very moment of destruction.
O let us live this moment, this passing passion
Of life lived in a few hours afloat on tortured seas
Writhing bodies given to fateful water
Whipped into fury, rippling watery wasteland.
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