I am from a doodle in the margins of your high school history book, from the fine tip of a yellow Ticonderoga with the keen imagination of a jester.
I am from the chaos of clothes on your bedroom floor whirling like a dervish in layers of purple silk, smooth and decadent.
I am from the lotus blossom floating in a pond, the honey flower delicate on the breeze.
I am from a ship of fools tossed in a wild ocean and wander lust’s passion unleashed. I am from beyond the glass green sea, maddened by drink and Helene’s great beauty while cursed by Paris’s great lust.
I am from the illustrious and incandescent.
From more than all the stars in the night sky and grains of sand on a beach I come to you.
I am from the saintly and devout, ceremonial and pagan.
I’m from across the seas, tea steeped, dark amber, sweetened and creamed.
From the chronicles of Davy Jones locker, with Poseidon in the cast, decisions were made, decks were swabbed and Snuffy made queen for a day and made king of the chain locker for life.