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Stormbound
I dream of hauling 'Vixen'
for paint on the highest tide
bleaching my guilt until her bones rot
while the growlers break safely
abed on a winter's night
I crave your flurry of kisses
wresting me back to shore
washing salt from my boots
then gently reproaching the fool
blissfully pruning roses in his sleep
But out here I play the drunken bee
bedraggled wings struggle to lumber home
alone with my fear watching cold stars glitter
across the jagged fury of waves
my heart helpless and small
as her power and glory unfold
Published 20th Jul 2011
| Edited 15th Jan 2013
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