Agean Fantasy

The smile on his face was mischievous
and the gods favored us tonight.
When he winked there was little question -
we would feast near Artha
where Mercury's Rod offered light:

Anointing my body with oil
as a lyre stood at our feet
I ignored other handsome servants
and slid a dark grape
down his scythian sheath.

Sighing with godlike esctacy
while loosening my robe
he touched my sword while pondering,
"Could the Olympians
themselves be more bold?"

Approaching the fiery hairs near his pillars
I prayed to Hercules for strength
then entering his harbor safely
I dropped anchor
and gave thanks.