For The Captain
Is it time to abandon ship?
It took me five whole years
traveling around your temples
Circumnavigating the precipice of your skin,
from the back of your knees, to the tip of your chin
It took me four minutes and thirty two seconds
to drive my tongue from along your lower lip
to the center of your sternum — slowly
stopping here, there, and then some — patiently
Treading the exact same seas,
I was on a different ship
Mine was crashing against the waves
at the gulf of your left hip
Mine was small and dull,
compared to yours — utterly colorful
Eyes glistening like a little kid,
how I wish I could board it
Maybe next sail after I pay my debt
for falling steadily in love with its masthead
The secrets, the winds, the sun —
my knots undone
The touches, the drinks, the pleasure —
the things I treasure
