I wish for a love like that between
A captain and the sea.
I want him to admire my curves like
White capped swells
And seek the parts of me he cannot see.
Forgive my storms with an
“Air is cleaner after rain,”
And forgive the
Distorted images I reflect.
Let him find comfort in my constants.
My fingers will forever rake at shorelines,
Never cease to file sharp edges into river rocks
Smooth surfaces that will not cut me
But fit neatly within my molecules.
Let him trust my winds to fill his sails
Even if it’s in the wrong direction.
Let my green pools be refuge
And my embrace, his final rest.