For most of my life (50+ years) I have been in love, or in lust and sometimes…heavy like.
Lost in my love’s arms, or wanting to be or just having a great time.
Like most fickle men, enjoying serial monogamy, there has been only one true love and no one can compare; once she shared her secret places, her strength and tenderness and she is always a mystery.
There is no love like a sailor for the sea.
I cherish the moment she won me,
I couldn’t breath, dare not move,
afraid it would end.
It grew stronger
with the long passage of time
sky and sea
shrouded in fog
that would swallow the land
as I sailed away into the emptiness.
Sun rising over my shoulder
swells rising over rocks, their sound
a child’s applause to a magic trick.
Light dancing on crests of waves
colors green, blue, grays and golds.
My skiff drift to a place of relative calm as
I lower my lines.
Maybe I’ll fish
or lay in the arms of my love.