could you be a lighthouse,
my captain?
a welcome and a warning
all in one
or is that too poetic
of a metaphor for you?
more of a flask
passed back and forth
choosing to mistake the warmth
in my cheeks for
naught but the effects of rum
there is a brightness to you,
though and just the same
my blood sings for you
backed by the sighing
of a heavy heart
but there is beauty in that, too
wouldn’t you agree,
oh, captain of mine?
more than anything, though
captain,
there is beauty in you