Harbor your Appetite

Halfway up that road
There is this little harbor
No longer loudspeaker reefing joy
She winks mighty money fisherman
Flashing poaching brothels
Demising lungfish 
Filling doorway belly gills
Sun if this reaches you
Bride lace your creature matrimonies
Gloving unbitten sanity skies
Palming their visual desire beyond and above their forking pride