The Sun Worshippers … (another poem)

Power boats momentarily meet on these open empty waters
Bow to stern bumping & nuzzling like frisky thorough-bred dogs
Confident couples banter back and forth, drinks in hand
As waters lap the clicking hulls and the hot hot hot sun melts all

Bikini boobs punctuate this festive satyr-like greeting
Perfect baubles gently sway back and forth above polished decks
At high noon, the Sun God rules. Hairy chests slow sweat
Satyrs, old goats, young toy boys, sirens, swans: all simmer

These sun bronzed bods worship and adore each other
Admiring physique, toned abs, stomachs sleek with neat feet
Lounging languid, lovely & poised, pleasure seeking
Men and women, built beautiful and bold: they enjoy

Then hand hard to throttle, these sleek boats move off
Powering through those empty open waters away
Their preened pagan cargo self-satisfied in comfort supreme
They push thru those open empty waves, away, away, away