On the Lovestruck Deck of a Spanish Ship

From what dark corner of the globe are these movements?

A spell,

A rhythmic clamor of bangle and bell

And that sweet repetition of the feet and hips

On the lovestruck deck of a Spanish ship

From what dark hoodoo voodoo jungle tribe are these eyes?

Any man softer than brass

Willingly dies

Even I admit, I have longed for her lips

On the lovestruck deck of a Spanish ship

The End

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