I-303 Part Two

My imagination runs wild-
Tanned skin against skin, dark hair in a pile,
A storm of arms and legs in lovemaking at sea.
Passionate cries through the cabin door I hear.

Which two or three in the throes
Of erotic rapture and to the motion
Of the ocean when we were
Out upon the sapphire waters?

A slender attractive woman in her 20's,
An older plump lady, 30-40's and
A man about my size and age
Emerge through their cabin door, I-303.

Back in port and in
The hurly burly of debarkation,
In the rush of bags and luggage,
I catch a glimpse of you; of you all.

I return to my tasks and to my reality
Of bags and luggage and hurrying - my imagination
Running, I continue with the preparations from
Ship to shore and now just pleasant memories.