Date: 01-16-12 16:32
The moon hangs brightly in the sky,
Shining down on sails of black
An angel’s wings glow in the dark,
And on the deck the Captain stands – a pirate.
The sea is calm, the anchor’s dropped,
The Captain’s gaze is towards the stars,
He looks upon Sirius - sparkling, clear,
Behind him walks his love, his heart – his mate.
They sail the seas – sometimes alone,
And sometimes with the crew.
The time they need, the time they want
Is sailing by themselves – two lovers.
The moonlight casts a magic spell
Upon this love-struck couple.
The crisp sea air, the ocean’s mist,
His arms encompass her – his beloved.
The Captain’s eyes are dark and brown,
Love light reflecting from his soul,
Her eyes, brown as well, filled with delight –
Her stare fixed only on one man – her pirate.
The sea spray shimmers in his hair,
His long eye lashes brush her cheek
His lips, so warm, so soft, find hers –
His kiss –meant just for her – his lass.
They stand there gazing at the moon,
Gentle waves caress the ship –
The Black Pearl rests on quiet seas,
A man and woman so in love – their dream.
The day was filled with work and play,
A sail repaired, a swim at noon,
Maps and charts spread on his desk
Silk and lace lay on their bed – disheveled.
The Captain’s cabin – candlelit –
Once filled with just the Captain’s work,
Now has items – lady’s things,
Mixed along with his – their kismet.
The Captain’s compass, tried and true,
Lays near a hair brush, a book of poems,
A scabbard and a gleaming sword,
Rest near jars of perfumed crèmes – exotic.
His many charts of lands and seas,
Her necklace, and hair ribbons,
Black Pearl’s log, the Captain’s keys,
Lay side by side – was meant to be – destiny.
The Captain’s hat hangs on a hook,
Her velvet robe lies on his chair,
Her cat, at home aboard the Pearl,
Lies curled upon the Captain’s coat – content.
Their soft whispers in the night –
Their laughter floats between them,
She hums her favorite lover’s song,
He whistled a sea faring tune – happiness.
The Captain drinks a mug of rum,
His lass prefers a glass of wine.
They talk of masts that need repair –
Flowered islands where she wants to go – plans.
The night has come – the hour late,
Black Pearl’s at rest – no wind, just peace.
Maps are put away, compass left upon his desk.
Her sewing folded, poems put aside – bedtime.
No cover needed on their bed –
The air is warm, lovers entwine.
Her gown lays crumpled on the floor,
His shirt thrown over on a chest – passion.
Black velvet sky with twinkling stars,
The ocean’s waves rock the Pearl,
The couple sleeps in love’s embrace –
And moonlight sifts through canvas sails – peace.