just the same

there is a boat on

the horizon that is

soft and lovely


and if i were stronger,

i would swim out and

write poems for her


but in this retelling

of the same old tale,

i find myself

bound to the land


so i will build

myself a little cabin

with a wide front porch

and i will wait


and maybe that boat

with all her sails and

lonely wooden rails with

no smiling scallywag to

lean against, well,

maybe she’ll make the

journey to me this time?


and until then,

i will sit on my porch

with coffee and a good book

and gaze out to sea


and maybe i’ll learn

to swim this time,

and maybe i won’t


but i will keep the 

porchlight on 

just the same

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2022 23:31
  • Category: Love
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  • James Michael

    Keep that light of love burning! Always a pleasure to read your writing.

    • queer-with-a-pen

      I seem to have gone and fallen in love with an old work friend. My best writing is always done through infatuation.

      Always a pleasure to hear from you, my friend!

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