Mon Amant De La Mer,
Underlying the custom of propriety,
my thoughts court you with a native island dance
considered base by those of high society
and unforgiven by the school of circumstance.
Filled with jungle beasts and flowers of enchantment;
wavy lakes pooling dreams where clean cool water falls,
here I would have the freedom that inspires me
to live a life of wealth not given me by chance,
naked on the sand without blemish or a mole
unsure how deep my roots attach me to my soul.
Captain Cur
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