europa’s eyes are pools of ice wherein new life is hid;
a shifting web of mystery, beneath hot passion’s lid.
europa lies across the miles on which I yearn to sail,
and I long to penetrate her ever-shifting veil.
europa’s thighs are jupiter’s, I know this to be true,
but despite his stormy love, I dare his bride to woo.
when europa sighs I know she yearns for me alone,
I pine for her, imprisoned on my stony terran home.