Like the Dutchman
You sail the high seas
Waiting for that one true soul.
Handsome, boyish
Your deep deep eyes
Fix the plumb of your lonely mind.
Those full tender lips
Ache to be kissed
Thirsty with love.
At the helm
Aroused by the lashing sea
The swelling pulse of desire
Surges. Against the imagined distance
You grip the wheel
And hug its sharp resolve.
The ritual of work
Now guides its declension:
You are wet and free.
Like the Dutchman
You sail the high seas
Thirsty with love.
August 2021
You sail the high seas
Waiting for that one true soul.
Handsome, boyish
Your deep deep eyes
Fix the plumb of your lonely mind.
Those full tender lips
Ache to be kissed
Thirsty with love.
At the helm
Aroused by the lashing sea
The swelling pulse of desire
Surges. Against the imagined distance
You grip the wheel
And hug its sharp resolve.
The ritual of work
Now guides its declension:
You are wet and free.
Like the Dutchman
You sail the high seas
Thirsty with love.
August 2021