The sailor man

It's been a while, quiet one
since you've let your shadow
creep into the corners of my eyes
I smiled an Inch above the line
A time or two too many
I tilled the soil myself
and now your seeds take root again
in these lovingly laid furrows

I'd tell you
if I could, i would
I'd show you, quiet one
that my home is full of sunshine
there's no room left for you
I'm afraid
but still I must insist
the soil here has changed
much too light for how your tastes
run

away
with you
get away
I cast you out
once and now again
the taste of you
acrid
foul
And how you loved to lay
in the perfect shape of tongues
covered in the stench of sweet rot
I left you on the shore and sailed away
struck dumb and blind
I parched myself of you

yet here you are again, quiet one
your scent oozing along the breeze
but I promise
you broken hearted bastard
if I ever hear your knuckles
knocking on this hull
I'll set fire to the sails myself
and sit waiting for the sound to fade