Joy Elaine Wellington

Joy, they named for themselves, the future's blind Oyster to drink your sand. In salt tides love rises Yearning to part the twinning shell and there resign. Empress of the emerald seas, my ship for rich prizes Listed its name, cargoing only your pure laden weight Anchorless against the blustering report of bad winds. I desired you alone, and for you I you alone I freight Nature's nagging Testament jettisoned among the fins Eternal glimpse of glee. O how my ship prized your worth Well in tons delicious of my dreams, your sweet waters Ecstatic upon the plunging foray of my keel, port Leaning through tempting triangles, the pirate pesters Lack speed's pursuit, and through doldrums I evade Incessant wrongs, until your wild waves wanton decree Numbed wind and sail in me. Flirtingly you delayed Giving my ship to port, and then soon abandoned me Tideless in a salt bog of tears where I logged deceit Once in a while I come down to the sea, the old receipt Nested in my mastless fingers, to wail my loss in you.