That
is our bed, see the keys?
He
places two sets,
One
by each pillow on his orange fitted sheet.
And
then points to the door.
I
walk down the hall,
Down
a few steps,
And
step back up as the water rushes in,
Up
to my ankles.
Alarms
are blasting from the ship's speakers!
I
run to the repair locker.
It's
locked!
I
reach into my pocket for the keys,
But
only feel the smoothness of my own skin.
A
hand grabs my shoulder in the dark.
An Irish Mist voice whispers,
"Don'tcha
fall on the slippery deck.
The
sea fairies be waving to us, See?"
I
look over the side;
They
laugh and giggle,
As
they glide and slide on the ship's wake,
Glowing
their phosphorescent greenish blues.
I
jump when octopus wraps
His tentacles around my stomach.
He turns me and she is there,
Wearing
only her pointed straw hat.
Her
nipples are dark on her small breast.
She
takes my hand and leads me into the water. The
blue damsel fish are all around us,
Sliding
against our flesh.
Ship's
alarm whispers in the distance.
She
pulls me close and places her soft lips onto mine.
The
blue damsels shimmer in my eyes.
The
alarm buzzes. The damsels evaporate.
The
sun shines on my face.
She
rolls over, kisses my lips.
"Good
morning, Sweetheart
What
do you want for breakfast?"
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