Life that crab so unlike the hermit kind
Searching for the adversary the ocean find
Nature takes its course like a rosy estuary
Swallowed through, down her fearless belly

In that fringe horizon between truth and dare
Lies my body scavenged by greed and bare
That lady who became forever my truly Godiva
On a skin saddle, a naked rodeo diva

She, the queen, on my levying underside
Missionary, our prayer, down on her mercy side
As blind side maketh her, a Darwinian canine
She rises to the occasion, like a bitch’s behind

Crab-clawed, I hung on, until the end of the saga,
Pink ocean in retreat, to my still pouting delta.