Titania’s Tool

by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

Take me to your navel.
“Aye aye, Capitan.”
And you will feel better
in the morning and also
in a few minutes.
After your silk comes off.
After my compass spins.
Ready for the Canon
to come on.
And by the way, your clown
costume becomes you.
“Aye aye, capstan.”  Let me
hoist you from the depths.
A winch I’ll be for my wench.