There are no sailors left stranded on the seas
One by one they come before you naked, decorated refugees
Paying with their sweat to lock you up without the key
They betray you with a kiss that they slip in for free
Allies force me, tongue tied to the beaches where the clay still grows tall
Abandoned hospitals and factories survived by the legends of the fall.
Both looking for a feed, my wide eyed children play with you
Amongst the seaweed and the dunes
I hide amongst the frozen leaves chasing scented breeze
Howling at the moon, falling through the warring trees
While the sailors can’t feel the distance compromising, comprising you and me.
I hope that I don’t fall in love with you, save we act as if we’re new
For lovers are misunderstood, best kept out of view,
Strangers beautiful, as suculent as dew.
But too late, too late, my memories can’t be teased
And the sailors are the only ones who ever end up pleased.