Daughter of Neptune
She made the way steady 'round Capes of Great Fear,
A lady and captain, just two
Far away harbours in mist dim behind 'er,
adrift in a rapture of blue
Pleasured by duty while lowly she'd moan,
He rubbed her wherever he'd dare
Oiled her exquisite cherry abutment,
then polished her brassy-smooth hair
Basking on oceans of aqua and green,
Doldrums so radiantly warm
Dazzling sunsets of beckoning splendor,
defiance in face of the storm!
Music of sirens shall never enchant him,
Sure of the pilot is she
Whose gift is his love for the daughter of Neptune,
a'blush on a far away sea
R L Iverson 2002
