Sea Of Star-Souls
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

When the comet retrieves time from the sun
to besiege lush globe with colors of fear,
Tethys draws circle on eye of the stone
with blood of hope that drips between her legs
to connect her shadow with words of faith
from throbbing passion of her tingling breast.

Moving her face close enough for her cheek
to brush soft pomegranate blossoms, red
as blood that smears the insides of her thighs,
Tethys cracks thick fruit open with sore hands,
and sucks sweet fruit that drips onto her breast
till her hands are sticky with happy angst.

Wind blows fire smoke around in frantic gusts
of aching passion as she hugs herself,
then chuckles to imagine she has wings
long as those the swan stretches up to clouds,
and feels herself shudder as the swan flaps
angelic apprehension of moonlight.

Flopping over on the salty beach sand,
Tethys stretches her arms and legs outward
with anguished groan of pleasure to express
compassion for unbearable regret
to embrace the sun with writhing contempt,
body defiled by desire of the wind.

Gushing Spring of her heart releases flash
of energetic rainbow after rain
splashes her breasts of mountainous respect
for subtle arrogance of folded forms
when she becomes excessive weight of time,
then Tethys sits upright again and sighs.

When Glaucus returns with large fish he caught,
and sits to roast it over crackling flames,
Tethys brushes his arm with tender fingers,
"You filled my heart with spirit of your eyes
so now your soul incarnates in my womb
in child that combines our souls in new soul."

Gasping with pleasure of wide open eyes,
Glaucus kisses her mouth and pats her belly,
then gives her leather bag of apple juice,
so she drinks while he tears strips of burnt fish
then puts them in her open mouth and grins,
"Now you must eat for both you and our child."

Pointing to comet that streaks in the sky,
Tethys declares, "New spirit of our child
is coming to us from Sea of Star-Souls,"
then lies down, belly full of food and juice,
while Glaucus cuddles her with warm embrace,
and they savor pleasure of being alive.

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Orpheus brings Amphitrite to help Tethys give birth to Neptunus while he and Glaucus drink wine to calm their hearts.

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