stinging and salty spray
off the bow of a weather beaten ship
let alone the freezing shock
of ocean waves
has not touched my skin
in six long years
and i am ready, my love
thick ropes of scars
begging to be touched by
the cold of the open ocean
i wonder if all that
clear blue water
hiding so much below the tide
has missed me, too
i am a parched man
laying in the middle of the desert
thinking of her lips on mine
my face in her neck
her sharp sharks teeth leaving
pin-pricks in my shoulder blades
and i know i have not loved
a man, nor a woman
like i have loved the sea
knowing that great uncaged
beast runs through my veins
always welcome and wanting
my love, never meant to be tamed
fills a void in me
right below my rib cage
packed with salty kelp and sand
if the infection doesn’t kill me
then the longing surely will
for the sea
she knows what i desire
and it sounds something
like please
something like home
something like you
something like you you you
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2020 03:24
- Category: Love
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Comments3
The sea is a wicked temptress who will never leave you unstirred. She will offer solace and smash you upon rocks of despair, yet tickle your toes in cold foam of tease.....
The sea will sit you down and watch as you teach yourself of life beside her constance.
There are always worse things to be tempted by. It’s a certain kind of reassuring that the sea cares so little for me and my breakable human body. I am nothing, compared to all that water. It’s a humbling kind of respect and love, with a healthy dose of fear.
Thank you for your wise words, and reading my work!
Boaz, this is good! Enjoyed reading it.
Beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing.
Bella
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