the ocean calls to me
in a voice that sounds like yours
playful waves soaking the cuffs of
my tattered jeans
cold sea breezes kiss the
skin of my knee
through the patch you sewed
over the jagged hole
but even those stitches are
unravelling now
and i think i see you
out past the breakers
waving at me like we’re some
long-lost lovers in black and white
and i’m running after your train
but my well-loved boots
become too big
and the hard concrete rushes to
meet the tender skin of
the palms of my hands
of my exposed knees
impact takes my breath away
like when i saw you the first time
on dry land and sitting next to me
and i wanted to hold your hand
so much it made me ache
i want you
because i am a selfish human
i yearn for you
with the tenderness of a poet
and i will follow where
you lead me
out past the breakers
boot tracks left on the sandy shore
your siren song calls to me
and i answer every time
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
I really like this . I like how you compare her to the call of the sea , and your fall onto the concrete hurts ... Just like wanting her hurts you . I can sense the seperation between the call of the sea ( this girl ) and you as if there is a pull between both of you but there is a distance there ... A distance which simply hurts
Actually, this poem is about another man. Not a girl. It could be applied that way, depending on the reader, but I wrote this, as a queer man, about another man. Beyond that, thank you for the kind words!
Ok , your welcome 🙂
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