Melon Cream

Saddle up to sycophants

Screaming noxious blue from throats

Coated in melon cream

Opalescent

Opal essence

Essentially. Bound starboard. Bound

Like Minerva to the stern

Kicking and screaming in a moon

So full it is no longer a reflection

But the sun itself.

Fly with the feather-clad

Further upstream

Sing

Praises to the full fool-hearty moon opal

Opalescent

We traveled so far to be here.

Then:

Slip. Slither. Offer

Pomegranate seeds like stars

Blinking red like Mars

Like Mercury

Like Minerva bound to her stern.

Ships sink into a midnight sky

Form constellations

From the dreams we dreamed

In rust

And opal

And blue with melon cream.