She is my wanting.
She makes me want to fight.
So without hesitation and a heartbeat away
I unfurl the sails of my heart
To travel this earth with a love that I share
and can’t wait for this voyage to start.
For without the mops to swallow the blood
and to clean the decks of the red
I shall live in hope for a better life
on this voyage of the starved and the dead.
Kneel before the breeze off reef
The swirl of time
The grip of mine