Venus and Nausicaa

I met Nausicaa when I was her age,

Tipsy from the sea's throes, nothing on her merry

Making body but saltwater sparkling dry.

When I left she waved from the water's edge.

I vowed I would settle for no lady less,

But all I got was a statue's stony stare.

And my eyes and nostrils stung by the azure

Shallows Venus shrugs off like a rumpled dress.