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.
Copyright © Wade Souza | Year Posted 2010
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