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“Back to the Sea”(by Joe DiMino) On sails The fiery skies A rising reflection Out of the past Returns to my blood Sea’s primal urge— Yielding, I succumb the distance; Take inhale of salt and vastness Tack out to depth A sailor’s ancient spice; Taste to bone No more biting, palatable Mineral than that of brine— Neptune may be king But retraced I hearken To love of lady only—mast firm, Erect to her bow; Her cutting edge My freedom sword And bonnie navigator; Her siren call an aphrodisiac— I lock to her peaks; Tongue the dips and slides Over the crests Lapping the foam off Her sea-worthy thighs: Coldness is waiting And never the spray— Chill is the yearning And no worthy gush of warm If not a frigid splash To shock the senses— Death in and under Dispersed to the currents Far less fatal to the soul Than any land-lover’s Grave—God rid me forever Such living hell!