Zywa
Landsailor
Loving Apart Together, each
his own music, his own habits
I'm willing to change mine
for something more pleasant
but not just for you
not just anchor
in the rippling water
of a harbour, no longer breaking
the waves with the ship at my feet
my breasts untouchably
coveted, no longer being the bow
that steers the hands of the steersman
You give a sniff at the musky smell
of the rutting squirters
in my breaking charms
You mock them with envious eyes
you lay down sweet smiles
and hawsers of homeliness
You hit the quays full of bollards
you're so handy, unhandy
in love like landsailors
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