Crested and Kissed
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The snap of canvas
sets taught ropes groaning.
And She skims the waves,
wooden planks moaning.
A spray of salt brine
wets my lips and tongue.
Nature's elixir;
the sea keeps me young.
Foamy, frothy peaks
are crested and kissed.
And indigo waves
morph into a mist.
Chasing brisk breezes,
She leans to one side.
And I'm elated,
near bursting with pride.
But exaltation
dies with the next swell.
For emptied of wind,
Her sails drooped; and fell.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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