Calypso
The oars on the boat row in fury to reach its sunset
demise.
The sightless
captain glimpses through a spyglass
in confirmation of his destination.
Up is like down in Davy Jones’ Locker,
but reach the horizon where dagger meets tip, and waft in
calm breaths of Aeolus.
Free the helm-sway
to Siren songs, toward petal shores of her Majesty.
Anchor into dusty pixie sands of
Ogygia
Dionysus orchards rejoice; flowing silks of violet in violet
brush – feasting in jubilance.
Golden
masked Nymphs welcome you to her diamond masque domicile
Stay a
while; fill your stomach in goddess feast,
puffy clouds in your
glass of wine are sprite ecstasy – Aphrodite’s potion
enchants with velvety rhythmic moans
arousing Olympus,
on her golden tiles, glass steps,
silver bath tubs - Stay a while my love.
The Spring of Youth a gift to my gratified Mariner and
hearty crew.
Stay with me (I
Calypso), and be my immortal Kings.
But veiled
from veracity -
A single sunset for a thousand kisses, Graeae spins.
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