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Pele shared her rage; passionate she boiled
For her love feisty, my Ke aloha 
Sweet ocean, caress... pilialoha
Massaging her beach, my waves gently toiled.

 Are you my niece, love? Young Vulcan’s sister? 
Answering, she said,  “Come… E kipa mai! 
 Who are you, Kahu? Tell me… be not shy. 
 Neptune, god of sea,  said I, and kissed her.

 Kamapua’a! Stay back… no, I say! 
Spewing fire, she spurned my advances kind
So gently, gently, I touched her face, mind,
But her heart was fire, unquenchable lei- 

Lani my brother’s, she must be my niece!
 Have you fled west, from Olympian mount? 
 Haumea’s child you’ll not me surmount!   
I honoured her account, to keep the peace.

 You are of Na-maka-o-kaha’i! 
 Her husband is passed, our quarrel should, too! 
 I know her not, sweet, as the ocean’s blue! 
 I know you I desire! Ask me not why. 

She quivered, then broke, then asked me again,
In her voice, thunder, in her eyes, mother,
She, land creator, began to stutter,
 Who are you, truly? Are you foe… or friend? 

 Suitor, I am, and passionately ask 
 Here in my waves, where love steamy rages, 
 Share with me fire, inscribe my soul’s pages. 
 May I, dear beauty, in your passion, bask?

 Akua akamai… Aloha Kai 
She softened,  Would you love? Blaze? Ignite? Scorch? 
 My love burns suitors… molten earth, my torch  
 Or would you, Neptune, far from my shores fly? 

I chuckled,  Beauty! You cannot harm me! 
 Water does not burn, rather heals... with touch 
 I see your pain, but I can teach you much! 
Then offered with grace my humility.

The goddess and god, the water and fire,
We offered each other a little death
For life lived unbared had run out of breath
We split continents with wanton desire

Her passion cascade, in waves black and red
She showered upon cerulean fleece
For I had dressed in brilliance for release;
Mariana’s depths, my passionate bed.

The earth quaked in fear, mighty tsunami
Warned mortals to flee! Intoxicated,
Our passions extreme. I, Neptune, sated
The capricious Pele, ma’alili.

She simmers, now, the dormancy she braves
That nani moana would trill her shore
Sleepless, as crashing surf promises more
Of passionate storms and amorous waves.

6-25-15
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