kowtow

How seduced is the sailor,

by the long haired pale woman of the seas.

By hand and heart,

they bow at her feet.

"There's no turning back,

once you came aboard my reign".

"There's no looking back,

once you grabbed my hand at fleet".

Salty skin and careless apearences,

sitting upon the rim.

Admiring the blue vast sea,

convaleced head and stricted pleas.

Whispers at night,

waves that sing.

Glimpsing at the skies,

all abord the last ship.

How come whirlpooling thoughts,

sustained by misbelief,

could come at front

of my sailoring kin.