Friday, December 09, 2011

Sailor Love

The sailor lives
For the kiss
of the spray
It calms his mind
and hurts his hands
As he strains
For control
Over the weapon
he uses
to hold his love
To slice through
His only love

The sea
Yoked
She bleeds
Salty tears

Each tear
Kisses him
And stings him
With salt poured
Into open wounds
His raw hands
His reddening skin

And so we are
My love
Caught in that
Deadly dance

I sail over your body
I worship your mind
You'd take me and crush me
If I wouldn't leave you behind

Touch me then, my love
with every tear
Rock my boat
With just a hint of that fear
With your salted spray
upon my lips
I kiss
Each moment away
I ride every storm
That erupts
from your bosom
I sway
to the shudder
Of each wave
Of emotion
I dare not let go
For if I drown
We will dance no more
And the wind will blow away 
All your tears 
in vain.

1 comment:

Madhu said...

Brilliant metaphor... I mean I just love the way the poem starts and then moves into a different realm altogether...:). Metaphors rise and fall like waves.