Stranger, bring me to the dark. There are salty swells that lull the hull, and I am swirling, hurtling toward the abyss.
A cold ache spreads throughout — a voracious desire beyond the quell.
Those books bang, such a ponderous sound, the vibrations and expectations.
Bring me to the dark. The candlelight and the anxious warming breath, unrelenting, fast and impure.
Lieutenant, we feel the difference in the darkness, and honesty uncaged and wild. Leadership surrendered and our minds bear, forcing toward the blue-black of spattered stars.
Secretive voices are wispy rasps, and I lament my life’s beat; how far I’ve allowed his hands.
Pirate, please.
Golden knuckles and calloused touch — the skeptical brow and petrified gaze. That pounding, desirous pulse. Bring me to the dark again.
