My Vessel

March 26, 2008

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At night my vessel stays

Whatever course she lays.

Some nights she is smooth

And rocks me gently—rhythmically,

As the beam passes through her

Soft, quivering ripples,

Parting her vast beauty until finally,

I melt into tranquility.

Other nights she surges

Violently around me,

Forcing the strong, bulging hull

To dive in and out of her

Furious waves until

All my energy is spent fighting

The swells that rise and fall beneath.

At daybreak her sweet, salty smell

Brings reveille, and I find that my mast

Is yet erect tethering a billowy white sail,

Giving full glory to my seamanship.

At night my vessel stays

Whatever course she lays.

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One Response to “My Vessel”

  1. Martie Says:

    It’s well thought out. It’s a classy, sexy poem. I get turned on everytime I read it. Love it!


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