Rock-A-By My Ship
Rock-a-by my ship,
its merchandise, wandering wardrobe,
my love and I —
to islands of paradise,
short cliffs of happiness,
sea water caves.
I jump precariously —
carelessly, my turn.
I don’t twist an ankle
like the lady without her shoes.
Favored am I, this time
and the next and next and next.
Alas the sea still calls my name
but I’m shore-dry, inland claustrophobiside.
My arms open wide wanting to swallow the ocean tides,
sink into pink and tan sandy pits,
harbors with their tropical sips.
Rock-a-by my ship,
wait for me. I’ll sail with thee,
my wandering wardrobe and my love
eclipsed by the seagull sun and reggae moon,
clip-clop not with a wooden leg but heavenly heels,
slip sliding, swaying; surrendering
senses to salt, bossy breezes,
xanthous rays of caress.
11/27/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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