A Drink Aboard My Vessel

I kept at the bar 'til close Swore I’d seen all the world could show me. Enough strangers’ unfinished drinks to assume the fate of those departed On the rim is fixed, abandoned lips still dampened with desire. The others lie cast aside And me, myself I cling to my mine. In haste in lust they flee Into the night into the sea beneath he lies above gently rolling on— Thrusts of silent rage ensue however brief forever true Salted bodies like raft entwined And me, myself I cling to my mine.