Sailor

Away at sea All she can think about Is him The way his eyes Follow her And never let her stray too far The way his lips Brush against her ear And whisper promises Of adoration The way his fingers Grab her waist Ensuring she is Not alone But when she returns Knotted in his embrace All she can think about Is the ocean The way the current Carries her past Where she’s ever been before The way the waves Strike upon her legs Stinging her skin Awakening her soul The way the horizon Lays faultlessly ahead Reminding her She is distant From any other soul So she leaves His eyes His lips His fingers The warmth of his grasp For the wrath of the sea