i lie in water's arms
frenzied flowers float
a garland boutonniere greets us
stares, what a nude!
she laughs, smiles
so sultry and sexy
we don pristinely white neckties
for our virgin ball
this masque presents an auburn hue
nakedness seems quite appropriate!
later she views vast seas
but finds a common shore
a quiet harbor
still, the Winds fan
a second tempest:
Rome's apocalypse.
