europa’s eyes


europa’s eyes are pools of ice wherein new life is hid;

a shifting web of mystery, beneath hot passion’s lid.


europa lies across the miles on which I yearn to sail,

and I long to penetrate her ever-shifting veil.


europa’s thighs are jupiter’s, I know this to be true,

but despite his stormy love, I dare his bride to woo.


when europa sighs I know she yearns for me alone,

I pine for her, imprisoned on my stony terran home.