Finn and Fiona

He thought that he had lost all his marbles on the crossing The autumn tides had been huge and the currents strong Mostly the aquamarine ones off track and abandoned A bit like blue smarties excluded from the shiny packets Forbidden colorants had lost their way into his life Must have put them into one of the Nivea tins he collected For safe keeping so well they were hidden too mindlessly His mood though full of the blues like cyan in a capsule As he struggled through the time warp of self-deception No more cerulean light and Munch’s scream full of morose Moribund insanity with the ocean’s plight darker than black He felt sizzling hotter than blue blazes in his very own hell Like cold death warmed up and the hobgoblin gone crazy Women were said to bring bad luck as distraction of sailors Strangely naked ones were welcome on board to relax the tiller And the compass’s needle pointed nether like phallic delight Tall and erect full of heart blood and passion he had once been Yet living disaster had struck home and all pastels were stuck Out of the blue an angel appeared who was poignantly wearing A fine blue seductive dress of intricate weave and labyrinthine fabric He undressed her in rising fantasy and she wished just the same A super blue blood moon ready for passion and climax of harvest Nivea turned into deep heat mixed with menthol and chocolate With blueberry essence and grapes south of navel and nave Finn had found huckleberries at last and she had been waiting An eternity for a Prince to cherish her plum and gift her a peach Dew reappeared like morning glory as they condensed into one And christened white satin sheets for they embarked wet and wild Fiona shone bright fair and beautiful honest open and upright A sapphire dropped from heaven in light of a precious fine marble