I get a feeling I’ll do something big today.
I can taste it in the tea
when the idea begins to take shape–
a three-masted frigate out of the fog,
Better than the anticipation
of your long fingers and heat.
Look now.
I can see the figurehead,
Full-breasted and fresh-painted,
and there, just ahead,
a giant tentacle rises
to fondle her oaken curves.