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>> Mistress <<

On evening’s watch where I belong As churning engines thrum their song Thrilling gently under toe Eyes in coda face the throe Dappled beads baptize the lips. Swells of salty air, perfumed, Cleanse this sole that walks the ship, As she reflects the moon. Giving it life, Giving it dignity, Setting it free. Whispered chill, embracing, She sings, for me, eternity. A winnowed balm of loneliness Glides on her caress. I pray each night, in turn, to her My whispered fate that I've incurred:

" Glacial sailor of your tides Heaven led by starry guides I float to melt into your sea Knowing that you love me. "