Belle Noire

Caught between two worlds, 

Neither male nor female, 

Black nor white,

Over hills and under dale,

This force of nature will prevail.

Rig the sails and let's set sail.

Coming to you from far away,

Hoping soon your lips to sway

Ad kiss my mizzenmast.

Just please don't go too fast.

Large triangles catch the wind,

As swift fingers adjust the lines

To passages tropical and divine,

Moist and humid, smooth as silk

With gently sloping vales.

The sun glows high in clearest sky

And matches Neptune's skin

With equal chaleur.

-- Stephen Chesnut