Calypso

The sands of your beaches, unlike any other,

soft powder dusting your wet body

while you danced, hips swaying to the

rhythm that begets life, your graceful arms

embracing all the world

before wrapping me like a gift

for the goddess’s love, the salt

of your skin on my tongue,

caviar of my heart bursting

into delicate medleys, melodies

of you for me to taste and savor.

No feast, not even the one

celebrating my return,

my homecoming,

could compare, I would charm Morpheus

into giving me dreams of the paradise

you held me in. I do not care

what it costs. Your serpentine hips,

those coral lips whispering my own story

into the scars on my body

was everything

and more. If only

Hermes had neglected his errand,

I would languish on your shores,

forever lost in bliss, serenading myself

inside this fever dream

that forever sings

Calypso.