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Sailing on slick fish oceans
He skid into a fevered island.
Dancing in the sun like milkweed
Four beautiful ladies
Hair like down
Pulled him to the forest
To the king
Dancing on the leaf mats.
Music clung like fog to her hips,
And the fifth princess
Three-stepped into his arms.
Act Three
King, still trotting
Up and down the green avenues.
The two lovers rolled off the glassy hills;
stepping off the steppes-moving so slowly.
King comes galloping
over to the arbor.
Steals three grapes and
Flings them at our hero
and his dancing princess.
Sailing on slick fish oceans
No princess
No island
No king
Dancing on the leaf mats
Salt like dreams
Hiding in his hair
Burning in his eyes