Coney Island Baby
Coney Island
And your windswept hair
Reminds me
Of Aphrodite
Rising from the platinum waves
Love is flowering
In my anemone heart
Do you suppose it
Mere folly
To think this mere mortal could:
Kiss your sensual dolphin lips?
Nibble here and there
On your adorable scallop ears?
Sample the rapturous flavor
Of your salty sea favors?
Seagulls circling overhead
Laugh and taunt
"You think you can have her?"
I cast my elliptical net
Around you
A ring of protection
Ensnares you, my treasure
I know you are not
Easily contained
But for the moment
You are mine
Glistening in the sunshine
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