The Sailor

If I was a sailor on the

Ocean of your skin

I’d be thrilled to be capsized

In your tides

To rise and fall with

Your thunder and love

Lost in the music of your storm

Wet with the tongue of the sea

Charting my own course to rest on

Unsure, but steady

Trusting the stars in your eyes

Turning and playing with your waves

And while you wash me with foam

I wish I’d drown.