Ashore the wind blows heavy
Demeter tamed and plundered
His trident plunging deeper
Into her tectonic myth.
Time did not devour the child
Concealed in flock of lambs
Gifted to the coral sea
Lord in the house of Atlas
Lost now beneath the waves
Churning nymphs in sea-foam
Wanton wives in secret depths
Writhing on a bed of sand
Astride sublime in throes of passion
And the shadows of his caress.
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