the captain asks if you
think the moon misses him
as much as he misses the moon
and your stomach lurches
but not because of the crashing waves
must you be in competition with
something as great as la luna?
millions of miles away
when you are right here
the captain’s right hand man
is that really fair?
who would you ask
if not the captain
and the moon refuses to answer
while the sea only cries
out your name
there is something besides
the captain that is
begging you to return home
and you wonder if a
wolf loves the moon the
same way you could
love a man
torn between wanting that
coldness of the open ocean
on your skin
and craving the captain’s
mouth on your own
is that a selfish thing,
you want to ask,
willing and wanting to follow
the captain
your captain
across the oceans and the constellations?
so be it, then
you tell yourself
because you will remain
after the rum is gone
and the moon has fled
the night sky
you will remain
tethered to the captain
to your captain
and the promise he carries
of the open ocean
with the open sky above