perhaps funnily enough
it is not the sea captain
that the bard has built a
home for his heart
inside of
of course
the captain holds so many
pieces of this heart already
tucked into pockets of
his tattered long-coat
and tangled in his hair
but the bard has so much
more to give
love manifested as a bouquet
of daisies held together by
a simple leather cord
thrust shyly into the waiting
hands of a siren
bobbing up and down in the waves
hair red like the sunset
streaming out behind her
and this siren
her scent like something akin to home
all cinnamon and clove and sea water
cups the bards face in
her two hands
running gentle and webbed
fingers over week-old stubble
she murmurs,
“hello there, my sweet bard”
and the tug the bard feels
to dive into the swelling
waves of the ocean
has nothing to do with the
sirens beautiful, deadly song
nay, this tug has everything
to do with the love
and adoration in the sirens eyes
and how that makes
the bards tender and poetic
heart fill almost to bursting
with how much
he also loves her,
his lady of the ocean
and the waves