Nicander, naked, sleek as a galley, swims
across the long pool. From his engorged, ventral
rudder, thick strings of sweetness emerge in his
wake; his strong strokes well rewarded by waves of
climactic pleasure.
---by the Anthologized 'Anonymous,'
in the Anthology Palatine, XIV,
prose translation by Zeph Zuilderzee,
with commentary by Taphless Gibler
reversified by J-Called.*