Teuton Golden Haired Maiden
Posted: 08 Jun 2018, 15:37
We passed within feet of her as she lay
sunbathing face down on the liner's deck,
an Aphrodite waiting for her Anchises.
We sailed off the coast of Cythera on
the way to Athens. Married men who
on other days, otherwise moral men looked
down upon her, applauded the female form.
Was she cast up from the foam of Uranus'
slashed genitalia by a Cronus, cast into
the Ioanian sea. Is it possible or was she just
another Teuton maiden on holiday that flowered
like dandelions on virgin mountain meadows.
Sea bronzed, sweat gathered in the dimple
of her back, downy hair sun-goldened that
weaved into the gap between spine and bikini
All foot traffic slowed as it came within reach
of her; stalled, breathed to take in, glance
and bask, then sigh to move reluctantly on.
*****
We passed within a yard of her as she lay
face down on the liner's deck planking,
an Aphrodite waiting to seduce her Anchises
shepherd boy, as we sailed off the coast of Cythera
on the way to Athens, her home. And married men
on other days and otherwise moral men looked
upon her and applauded the female form.
Was she cast up from the foam of Uranus' genitals,
slashed by his son, Cronus, and cast into the Ioanian
sea. It is possible or was she just another Teuton
maiden on holiday that flowered like dandelions on
uncut virginal mountian pastures. There she was
browned, with sweat gathered in the dimple
of her back, downy hair sun-goldened that
disappeared into her bikini and it was as if all foot
traffic stalled as it came across her, stalled, slowed
to take in, glance and bask, then sigh, to move on.
sunbathing face down on the liner's deck,
an Aphrodite waiting for her Anchises.
We sailed off the coast of Cythera on
the way to Athens. Married men who
on other days, otherwise moral men looked
down upon her, applauded the female form.
Was she cast up from the foam of Uranus'
slashed genitalia by a Cronus, cast into
the Ioanian sea. Is it possible or was she just
another Teuton maiden on holiday that flowered
like dandelions on virgin mountain meadows.
Sea bronzed, sweat gathered in the dimple
of her back, downy hair sun-goldened that
weaved into the gap between spine and bikini
All foot traffic slowed as it came within reach
of her; stalled, breathed to take in, glance
and bask, then sigh to move reluctantly on.
*****
We passed within a yard of her as she lay
face down on the liner's deck planking,
an Aphrodite waiting to seduce her Anchises
shepherd boy, as we sailed off the coast of Cythera
on the way to Athens, her home. And married men
on other days and otherwise moral men looked
upon her and applauded the female form.
Was she cast up from the foam of Uranus' genitals,
slashed by his son, Cronus, and cast into the Ioanian
sea. It is possible or was she just another Teuton
maiden on holiday that flowered like dandelions on
uncut virginal mountian pastures. There she was
browned, with sweat gathered in the dimple
of her back, downy hair sun-goldened that
disappeared into her bikini and it was as if all foot
traffic stalled as it came across her, stalled, slowed
to take in, glance and bask, then sigh, to move on.