An arrow shot into the Sun
above sky blue seas---
We swam and kissed clean
salty skin.
Méta's tan arms and face,
dark hair stroked by breeze,
hoop earrings swinging in time,
yellow floral top sans bra
foregrounding erect nipple...
Her eyes penetrated mine.
We eclipsed the Sun,
outstripping curtained worlds.
Our eyes always entwined
but aware of everything else,
a backdrop to being
inside each other.
Her image on dark glass
a better shade than Helen's---
never inspiring bloodbaths,
only carnal immersion.
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