ATHENA

Down I fell into the swell,
If I was injured I couldnt tell.
Thrusting down spiraling spinning,
Mind a sponge almost blacking.
Then a face, a smile of belle and warmth,
Almost bathed in the sea cyan deiform.
Golden drapery a statue 13 meters high,
Spear and shield resting by a curvaceous thigh.
Athena is that you I goggle at with wonder?
Liquid now fills my lungs and bronchia.
Then a hand catches my ebbing shell,
I received sudden urge all was well.
Stone eyes almost blinked racy with desire,
I felt my bulk raging with momentous fire.
Air bubbles spinning I break the screen,
To be bathed in sunlight a loving sheen.
Athena I long to kiss your ivory face,
Glimmering your final resting-place.
A crick of thanks I wade the shore,
As the phoebes fingered like a spreading spore.


(Athena 5th Century Greek God)