Finn and Fiona
He thought that he had lost all his marbles on the crossing
The autumn tides had been huge and the currents strong
Mostly the aquamarine ones off track and abandoned
A bit like blue smarties excluded from the shiny packets
Forbidden colorants had lost their way into his life
Must have put them into one of the Nivea tins he collected
For safe keeping so well they were hidden too mindlessly
His mood though full of the blues like cyan in a capsule
As he struggled through the time warp of self-deception
No more cerulean light and Munch’s scream full of morose
Moribund insanity with the ocean’s plight darker than black
He felt sizzling hotter than blue blazes in his very own hell
Like cold death warmed up and the hobgoblin gone crazy
Women were said to bring bad luck as distraction of sailors
Strangely naked ones were welcome on board to relax the tiller
And the compass’s needle pointed nether like phallic delight
Tall and erect full of heart blood and passion he had once been
Yet living disaster had struck home and all pastels were stuck
Out of the blue an angel appeared who was poignantly wearing
A fine blue seductive dress of intricate weave and labyrinthine fabric
He undressed her in rising fantasy and she wished just the same
A super blue blood moon ready for passion and climax of harvest
Nivea turned into deep heat mixed with menthol and chocolate
With blueberry essence and grapes south of navel and nave
Finn had found huckleberries at last and she had been waiting
An eternity for a Prince to cherish her plum and gift her a peach
Dew reappeared like morning glory as they condensed into one
And christened white satin sheets for they embarked wet and wild
Fiona shone bright fair and beautiful honest open and upright
A sapphire dropped from heaven in light of a precious fine marble
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