NaPM April 28 2015

[RiverNotch]

Fishing for a Wife

To every corner of the world, I went,
inspired by a distant dream,
looking for the perfect woman,
the woman worthy of my seed.
First, four women, I had found:
from the east, a sun-kissed slave
with cold blue cheeks and sweet throat,
a singer and dancer, easily forgotten;
from the west, a grey-eyed girl
with cold blue lips and sweet cheeks,
a warrior and poet, perpetual virgin;
from the north, a fair-haired sprite
with cold blue breasts and sweet lips,
a soothsayer and priestess, always silent;
from the south, a moon-kissed ghost
with cold blue hands and sweet breasts,
a queen and strumpet, too open to the world.
But they were not the perfect woman,
the woman worthy of my seed.

And then, you came, the perfect woman,
the woman worthy of my seed:
a red-haired, green-eyed goddess,
mother of all, the living and the dead,
with cold blue skin and sweet hands,
and implements of steel and fire.
What pride I felt, until I found
that you were from the very sea
I'd journeyed through: the perfect woman,
the woman worthy of my seed,
is from the sea's reflective skin.