Take my hand and lead me to Aegean,
To ferry boat (or cruiser would be best),
I’ve packed some smalls, a sarong and my flips flops,
Some sun tan cream, my shorts and one cute dress.
We’ll sail to islands, (none of them specific),
And gaze on sparkled droplets caught by light
As dolphins, graceful, leap along beside us,
Pictured it? OK, you’ve got it right.
Let’s sip ouzo mixed with drops of sunshine,
Ecstatic with the gods as we lie prone,
We’ll rub each other up the right way,
Don’t be filthy! We have to, (for healthy skin that’s how it’s done).
Now get right back to images of mellow,
Chirrups in the air, among the grass,
Bottled beer with condensation running
Like perspiration between breasts and (something cheeky that rhymes with grass).
I’m spoiling all romantic with some laughter
For in memory that’s just the way it was,
Heaven tinkled on us, gods all giggled,
Forsook creating myths, took earthly pause,
Danced with us syratki, played bouzouki,
Zeus was in his element, that sod,
Scuba’d with his brother, what a show-off,
How in Hades’ name compete with gods.
Thunderbolt to side, he set the pace there,
I gave him run for money, snorkel on,
Flippered like that king of sea from telly,
He cheated! (Apparently, deities can do no wrong).
Ah, those were the days, as I recall them
Poetry in life I never wrote,
Well maybe in my heart, where I won’t lose them,
Eyes closed in sunshine, poems I know by rote.
So let’s join hands, we’ll drift on pleasant waters,
In pleasured memories and maybe soon
We’ll set upon another more fantastic,
I’ve heard of cheap flights going to the moon.
Don’t book the dark side.
signed, A Sun Worshipper