01-18-2010, 11:16 AM
Her hair falls upon her breasts like maps of a new world
Her long island legs surrounded by the fluidity of her dress
Lest I sing of parchments for the gentle craft of her pearl
Of this I sing to the lost city of Atlantis
Where the ebb from her flow temps the ocean from her flesh
Parting symposiums on flowering mounds of venus
Theorizing upon ancient pantheons the allegory of the cock
And as she romancer of vespers against thistled lips
In the temple of myrrh
The city of Atlantis gives rise
As I drain the ocean from her body
Like Vespucci
Like Columbus
Like the cartographers of Helicon
Dreaming upon Grecian urns
Of this I sing
To romance the bow of my ship
Upon a new world
Her long island legs surrounded by the fluidity of her dress
Lest I sing of parchments for the gentle craft of her pearl
Of this I sing to the lost city of Atlantis
Where the ebb from her flow temps the ocean from her flesh
Parting symposiums on flowering mounds of venus
Theorizing upon ancient pantheons the allegory of the cock
And as she romancer of vespers against thistled lips
In the temple of myrrh
The city of Atlantis gives rise
As I drain the ocean from her body
Like Vespucci
Like Columbus
Like the cartographers of Helicon
Dreaming upon Grecian urns
Of this I sing
To romance the bow of my ship
Upon a new world