Calypso
Expressive plum-tipped lips have cursed the fog
enchanting senses- snaring drifting minds
the petaled blush within the mist of Northwood bogs
is fair Calypso dancing there amidst the sheets
her scent a whispering tale that held agog-
a gallant hero like Odysseus.
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