Messina Whore
MESSINA WHORE
No more was she full grown than he a man
but love was something he was looking for
while she would be content, when it began
in knowing he was pleased, and wanted more.
There in the dark, Messina hides the sin,
it makes a boy into what men should be
transformed by love to their believing in
what makes a man a sailor of the sea.
If he could wish, and have just anything,
he'd have her for his mother's tender care,
part of their world, and all a love can bring,
and innocent of love that's really there.
He'll never mention her, out on the sea,
For fear of hearing how love came to be.
© ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016
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