He'd sailed all seven seas, but never found
one who could run his wave-locked keel aground
on the shores of passion. Until they'd met
and touched lips. Their breath and heart beats mingled,
and she was singled out to be his love,
to dance throughout eternal swathes of Time.
Undercurrents of blue ocean swells
formed the bed on which fair Venus lay
to entertain her valiant pirate lover...
With thanks to Tess, whose Salvador Dali illustration on the Mag 135 inspired this blogpost..