Aboard the Deck of Dopamine

Sea surreal in darkest nets Nocturnal-ness in jaws and tentacled breasts still the thrill, breathless at my thoughts the sea - a catch The sea a catch, oh my stars that settle like flickering candles on tremulous waves The sway, the dance, oh the romance of candlelight aboard the deck of dopamine I resist the thought that I’m in-between cruise ala royal dreams The drift of ebb and flow I fly so slow, slipping undertow, envisioning serpents and maids I’m made for the sea See my tales splash flibberty-thrashing about in a net netting the seashell gold of surf and turf sweet sands that tug my eyes and heart I blink back tears When will we see each other ‘gain, this match of tenderness and angst Let the torrents roar Let the sides capsize Let me touch your silkiness your depths your traps of playfulness. The reader must think me silly as I surrender to the crests and climb aboard to see the sea and sky collide I’m given over and under in thunderous claps to sated and salted direct attack of anything that might arrest my joy my exploration my destination my ploy to dream without danger…