Sonnet 360

She drowned me in a lust beyond compare
And drew me deep beneath her passioned waves;
To choking depths I sank, bereft of air
As she entombed me in her watery maze;
Yet soon I learned to breathe that bitter brine,
My eyes, compelled, adjusted now to see
The vastness of her sub aquatic shrine—
That dark pelagic prison ‘neath the sea.
Each night I dined on tender fruit de mer
While serenaded by sweet sirens’ songs,
Fair nereids did tend my every care—
I learned her name was Amphitrite ‘fore long.
She’d chained a brood of Hydras in a cage…
Which I did choose to face o’er Neptune’s rage.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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