Four o’clock watch
The Ship is not silent, but rather it is quiet enough to hear her sing
She moans and sighs her whispered confessions carried by Zephyrs
Into the arms of the Sea
As I sit eavesdropping on the bow
Vicariously copulating with titans
Feeling her dip dramatically low
And rise again in the rhythmic way of her love’s expression,
Sails full of windy secrets,
Carefully carried in canvas
And in her song I hear the name
Of all the Never, Never Neptune lovers I have ever known.
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