This is the boat

This is the boat that carries

me, now, as I recall your rayed lips

its brazing engines fluxing the

water so it moves and speaks

convincing nature to change

patterns

I dig my senses into its skin and hear

the music of your rhythmic heart

probing

salty daisies

I shut my eyes and

breathe

This is the boat where my travel

happens when

I want to join mother land so as to

make sure

we have not departed

heading west

unmoored, as many have

infatuated

The water under this boat!

secures me from drowning along

the suspended traverse

This water, tepid in flood shells

connects

fears with hopes

of a love

I do not know

This boat

It's hard to explain!

I could be it's captain

but I ignore

why?

© 2014, JC