Captain of the Hook

I’ve had my forehead pressed to the red velvet of your coat.
In another lifetime. In another ocean.
I am your silent harbor. A portal to power. A feast for your fire.
We’ve been rocked gently here, cradled in the wood and iron.
Within this chamber, you’ve rocked me hard. A hurricane. A witch storm.

You like me dangling, My Captain.
Raw and red. Loved and wilted.
Strawberry mouth and pointed toes.
You like my eye contact, My Captain.
Round and steady and without a sound. Ropes and lemon oil.
You like my soft sighs, My Captain.
And my cannon fire when you’ve won.

I peered over your shoulders, My Captain, bare and tense.
Saw the face hovering in the window. Saw his eyes watching.
I saw this boy.
Saw his wonder at our story. Saw his need, his eyes watching.
While you took me, My Captain, bare and tense.
This boy only saw me.

A boy wants his lessons. Wants a woman with strawberries for a mouth.
Pointed toes curling.
Rocking gently before him, I dangle like ripe fruit.
A prize to take….from My Captain.
His jungles are thick, green leaves waxen.
His world is young and free and wild.
I took this man-child’s hand from the window.

Beneath a tree did I give lessons.
A pacing motion, holding back delight. Mixing sensations.
How to trace the fire with your fingers. How to kiss pearls in their shells.
He held me fast as natives watched us.
Held me fast even as My Captain searched.
Beneath this tree, he holds me captive with his savage innocence.
Beneath this tree, he now dangles for me. I lead him.
I am the cake with green sugar left in the harbor. Damp and sweet.
Meant for murder. Meant for pain and meant for love.

War. Swords come swinging.
Arrows plucked, except the ones in my heart.
Blood on the shore, I miss My Captain.
Blood in the trails down my back, would I miss the boy more?
War.
Is for men and those who want to be men.
Not a woman in a night dress with fire in her eyes.

My Captain, you know I adore you.
I am the mermaid of your soul. Your beacon, your portal.
But I am torn between loving my submission to you
And my new found domination over this self made boy.

My Captain, this is not forever.
There are no forever’s here in this harbor.
I will choose this great ship in the ocean, and your red, red coat.
After all what are boys when there are men?
I will come to you. To this great ship off this island.
And dangle from your hook once more.

-eigna

Captain of the Hook

TheAngelique

Joined August 2008

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And you thought you knew all there was to know about thinking happy thoughts.

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