an argument in support of foolishness in all matters of love

queer-with-a-pen

“love makes fools of us all,
my captain,” the bard says,
and there is no bitterness in
his voice, nor any shake

“but,” he continues,
smoothing down the collar
of the captain’s long-coat,
“there are worse things than
being a fool for you”

and the bard remembers something
from long ago
about how touching someone’s collar
will keep them safe at sea

so he does just that
one more time, for good measure
not just because he can
but because the captain will allow it

for there is more between them now
than a ship tossed about by the
waves on the oceans great expanse

but still, nothing more than
a pretty little dagger
tucked into the bard’s boot
and a daisy behind the captain’s ear

such simple little things
objects exchanged in a way
that is arguably a love language
though, who is to say, really?

what matters here is what
the dagger and the daisy hold

something like the promise of
immortalization through song,
the spoken and written word

and something like a goodbye
that is more a promise of return
and that is arguably a beautiful thing
wouldn’t you say
oh, captain of mine?

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2020 01:25
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 44
  • Users favorite of this poem: James Michael
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  • dusk arising

    There was a time in another life when my wife and i bought two identical crosses to wear 24/7 around our necks. Every week we would exchange crosses........ a similar promise.

    • queer-with-a-pen

      That is incredibly sweet. As a romantic, that gesture holds so much, and in a simple way. I wear a pressed clover pendant that my lovely friend gave me at all times

    • James Michael

      Wow! Such a romantic tale incredibly well written. The title is succinct and well chosen. This one really shows your talent as a writer.

      I’m starting to run out of your poems that I haven’t read before. Oh well, might as well read them again. “Gotta do something, don’t we?” A line from Rebel Without a Cause.

      • queer-with-a-pen

        It’s always a joy to reread the poems you’ve commented on! Makes me remember why I fell in love with my own captain in the first place.

        Guess I’ll just have to write more then! Got one about my father I’ve been thinking about that I may get down soon.



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