She’s Like the Masthead of a Ship

She’s like the masthead of a ship--
Each breast projects the leading tip.
She’s like a goddess of the sea--
Worthy powerful and free.
Her shoulders, back, are like a spar,
Her spine the mast, and there you are.
Her breast are like the filling sails
That draw us forth.  We cannot fail.
Her crow’s nest face atop the mast,
Looks to the future from the past.
Her hair a flag, the wind flows through,
Flying colours that are true.