Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Lust : Boat


I lay in solitude, by the shore
Tethered with rope to keep me safe
The water clear and shallow for
The fishermen walk and find me there

In glass like blue they take me out
With rod and line, for fish to find?
We stop in depth, so far from shout
So quiet and still, what’s on their mind?

A whisper, a breath the fishermen wriggle
Wanton lust till the last breath goes
The fisherwoman lets out a naughty giggle
“Not here” she says “the boat will know”

With lovers entwined, I gently rock
To sounds of love, serendipity calling
Private sighs but I don’t shock
Back to shore, my fishermen smiling

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