In love I am, my wife to be
To be with her, it completes me
Completes me, yes, she sets me free
Free to love, free to just be me

Leaving priority avail
Toward home early I set sail
Setting the mood, my plans entail
For seductive charm will prevail

My ship has landed on home sand
Blue birds sing as the welcome band
Gusty wind hugs me where I stand
I escape in my point so grand

Revolution occurs present
Gazing a scene so unpleasant
Prior to sight I smelled the scent
Of sweet orgasm, now inspect-

Engaged they are so forcefully
She on top moans in ecstasy
He caresses her breasts steady
Their eyes had not laid upon me

I ducked aside before notice
Stalking my love’s secretive bliss
Wet friction entered her abyss
Then from her lips came, like a kiss,

“Your lordly staff I feel quiver
I’m the ocean, you’re the river
My firm breasts shall one day wither
Indulge now, release my seether”

Instantly, tears swarmed my vision
Fell to pain, fetal position
Thoughts rambled, I fought to listen
With primed peak his voice had risen,

“En Tierra, yo soy, el mes
De mayo, en cama, cortes,
Yo soy muchacho, tu padres,
Mi flor, yo entrar su despues”

Mi flor? My love? This man’s flower!?
It seems so on this dark hour
Authority, living sculpture
Spoken posture moaned such power,

“Pollinate now for I’m in bloom
Feeding pleasure, release in tune
Waves take me like the sea, the moon-
Noon, my God, no, my loom, my loom”

Revealed was I, hovering wide
Sadness inside joined anger’s side
Was then a slave I of my pride
To instinctual acts abide

A hurricane, so colorful
Swept their private municipal
Passionate thrice, irrational
She screamed nonsense, I forced him lull

“No, por favor,” he begged prior
To my infliction on his core
And as I struck I said, “senor,
She’s been my garden, not your flor”

The noonday sun hid from my acts
As though God gave it all the facts
A plan consumed, atmosphere lax
The Lord allowed me to strike tax

Above the bed of ocean tides,
Where I’ve been captain ruling rites,
A warrior’s weapon resides
Strong sword reflecting candle lights

My ex-love, such a cheating heart,
Cowered low, tremble, corner part;
Did surely sound a sudden start
Due to my overwhelming smart

Rhythmic thunder, insane, I seethe
Pull from the dock my peace in sheath
Glossy blade whistles with my heave
My withered flor attempts to leave

Chastising voice is all it took,
It helped I passed a deathly look
She falls aback in the same nook
Her courage I snagged, mental hook

Reaching with tentative regress
She caught a quill and flat canvas
Quickly sketching, she did express
I drifted from her stiff address

Within the ship that is my mind,
Corrupt explosions which do bind,
I search for truth; willing to find
What is the true meaning behind?

Is this scenario for real?
Is payment upon death the deal?
Anger instructs with awesome zeal
My sword gripped with hatred I feel

Now once again my ship sets sail
Flower’s dew tears increase avail
Turning from her, so scared and pale
I lunge for he who stole my grail

“Oh coward pirate, where ‘art thou?”
My hateful eyes squinting their brow,
“Reveal yourself! Show your face now
To my ship’s bow submit a bow”

No sign, so I began the chase
Tremendous storm picks up the pace
Revealed, it was, through waves and wakes
Of the intruder there’s no trace

No cloth, no scent, no sign of he
Of whom I witnessed plant a seed
Gone with no proof, desperate flee
Confusion focused on to she

Who drops the etching at the sight
Of weapon raised ready for flight
Quivering lips, with all their might,
Offered no speech, fright at such height

An eerie calm so far and wide
Flattened chaotic ocean tides
Gray-black transformed to deep green pride
For within me the storm resides

I am the mighty hurricane
Sinking ships, I do not refrain
And is a storm indeed so sane
To save a flower from storm pain?

Indeed not when it’s blossom mocks
The very garden where it flocks
To this the fury surely stalks
Planning to snap all garden stalks

Reflective in her eye, am I
Vibrating vision verge of cry
Smooth as song my bare blade did slide
Flower and stem, in two, reside

The ocean red of life no more
Which mother earth molded, that whore
Supports a withered, broken flor
This flower floats on lower lore

Dropping weapon, resulted splash,
Relived weather visual flash
Pondered on canvas wet with gash
To the expression I did dash

Saving the art from rising sea
Feelings of her reached out, grabbed me
Within the note there lies the key
Unlocked my mind, drown to one knee,:

“We’re making love so warm and bold
When suddenly your mood went cold
My breasts like clay gently you mold
Consuming then through Espanol

“Furious now you throw me to
The floor, Your flower shedding dew
Speaking a tongue I know not, true
I rue to see your anger brew

“Scared for my life, pray to my Lord:
Please make my love unhand that sword
He’s like a storm blowing toward
A garden bloom of fresh accord

“For he, the sun, grows me to bloom
Together we live life in tune
Waves take me like the sea, the moon
Noon, my God, no, my loom, my loom…”