E-writing assignment 4

Freja’s Poem

In a boat out at sea was a couple in distress.

It was the lack of condoms that brought to them a mess.

In their deepest dreams they had never guessed that they would be trapped at sea.

For a week they had believed they were never more to be.

The dark moment of death had awoken their desire.

Like a plague with lethal outcome it had tangled itself around them like a wire.

Now they lay in each others arms, skin to skin.

That simple gesture brought to them freedom from within.

The man placed his lips around the woman’s nipple sucking it hard.

The woman brought her hand down to the man’s special yard.

Oh Freja, the goddess of love, looked at them and thought like this.

They are making love more often now when they are not afraid to kiss.

It seems like I will have to maintain them in this isolated state.

That’s the only way I will ever make them mate.

But then someone whispered, can’t you see, they are afraid?

Is it really this way you want you future children to be made?

Nonsense, Freja said, they are just filled with lust.

If they are at home they each other no longer will trust.

They would just argue without any sex at all.

If everyone behaved like them, no one would listen to my call.

I will rock them to shore in nine months, to give birth.

And then they will help me to repopulate the earth.

And in the boat, as they feared for their lives, they chose to ignore protection.

In a moment of ecstasy they found that special connection.

Later a child conceived at sea rested lightly on her mothers shoulder.

How to mate, Freja thought, is something I will teach her as she grow older.