Wingman

The Sea of Cortez—

quiet, calm,

transparent in morning,

none of Zephyr’s

influence upon his countenance,

a quiet lover charming me,

coaxing me to spoon

in his briny shallows.

 

Ah, but come midday,

Cortez awakens—

the conqueror, dominator,

rough and wild,

Latin lover,

handsome with his indigo eyes,

demanding, and ruling.

 

His wingman, Westerly Winds

frothing with laughter;

now a careless lover, Cortez,

fast moving,

enticing pelican after pelican

like so many women

to dive in,

devour his offerings.

2016 copyright by Katie Pifer http://www.witchpetals.wordpress.com

art,  “Oceanides”  available at http://www.talesbeyondbelief.com

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