there’s a certain poetry to
persistent heartache
don’t you agree, captain?
finding myself more afraid
of the dark than
flames creeping ever closer to
my skin from the torch
i still carry for you
maybe it makes me a fool
but i’d rather be had in
any capacity you can offer
than to abandon ship now
and i know the captain goes
down with the ship
but what is a captain
without his crew,
and what rank would i have
on my own?
still so many question
and no good answers
beyond mumbled apologies
finding myself pulled
between the ocean and the moon
but always ending up
back by your side
and what would
you call that, captain?
loyalty,
foolishness,
love?
maybe love is too tender
leaves no room for
empty bottles of rum and whiskey
lashing rain against blackened sails
there are bite marks in my
knuckles i know you won’t notice
and that’s okay, too
no need to complicate things
maybe we’ll just simplify it
down to saying that what
i crave is adventure
when what i really mean is
you
oh, captain of mine
what i really mean is
you