I used six usernames instead of the six words and used the organization called retrogradatio cruciata ("retrograde cross"). (Wikipedia explains it better.) The last stanza incorporates the 6 words in 3 lines, but I cheated on that one.
If on the waves a Kindred Spirit I found also cast out to sea By Gods forsaken, bearing scars. Forsaken of Venus, of the Storm- God, and of Mars. We will then laze Upon the waves and pray for land, and pray for night.
And should I pray for dark of night To hide us, me and my Kindred Spirit To wash us to shore, where we might laze And mourn our homes, our beds, our ladies. Hide us, night. Hide us from storms And sins that mar, and needs that scar.
What ARE the wants, the needs that scar? The longings spoken but at night Where digits, limbs, and lips might weave Share touches known only to kindred, Known but to ladies, Hide us Lady- Moon! Hidden in your gaze we laze.
Side by side we laze, not lazy Tracing, tasting old wounds, scars. He rises, falls like waves at sea I spread and cover like holy night Beneath the moon I kiss my kindred And in my mouth I catch his storm.
Now *I* am a God. Call me Storm-Weaver. Nor is the one by my side lazy. He moves and makes, remakes his kindred Mouth making marks deeper than scars Upon my body. This Holy night He is land. I am crashing sea.
What Gods make new words, new land, sea? He is the Maker. I, his stormweaver. We are the new Gods of this night. This hiding-place, our mountain. Lazing On Olympus Gods took pleasure scaring Lives, skin, fortunes. Not our spirits.
Welcome night, new land, new sea Welcome new Spirits. We weave our storms (for Gods, with mouth and hands, weave storms and Gods with hands and mouth CATCH storms) And under peaceful lazing stars we heal our wounds and make new scars.
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