Yellow poppy, candle on the sea,
I am here catching your light on a sigh
to see you rocking, a candle, the window,
are you sleeping on your belly of waves
scanning pages of love creaking port side beams,
or wide eyed with shocks, starboard knocks
in salty wood stretched to the seams?
Pirate Girl, sticky fingers of palm sugar rum,
licked; eyes bright awake from loving
sweet, toffee, apple, frights; things that go bang!
Cannons – I could write of your tanned skin,
the stud on your tongue, your hi ho rings,
things which bite, of all of your might,
and on pouting lips, always a question.
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