A waterway betwixt earth and moon I row,

crossing near where the spheres grind,

sending shards into the heavens,

diamond luminaries giving safe passage.

Resistant to each orbs magnetic charms,

beckoning mermaids fingers

each offering anchorage in ample bosom,

I stow ores, surrendering to celestial tides.

Caprice offers the lure of a chocolate moon,

sweet temptation in moist craters lips

threatening an eruption, overcoming host,

causing the unsuspecting mariner a sirens rest.

The vagary of tide offers a sweet and sour fruit,

a foxhole filling the earthly belly of many a man,

creature comforts, yet waste lands can form,

eating away at foundations beneath Captain’s table.

The excitement of where moist chocolate lips

blend with shards both sweet and sour,

is the safe bosom, where tide never fails to steer me,

a foxhole with harvests that leaves a sweetness on my mouth

© Philip Golding 02/09