Today’s poem was written while listening to Florence + The Machine’s newest single “Ship to Wreck.”
Time for a confession,
between the sheets
and under the terror of the grown-up sky:
I don’t know I wasn’t trained for this
trained to make you kneel
to open you like the delicate tea
opens the captain’s lips
but I cannot sail this ship.
I know port from starboard
but ask me more than the words
to “Friggin’ in the Riggin’”
and I don’t know what a square-rigged ship is.
Lull me to sleep with your waves
your cries for more your gasping promises
of what? of love of sailing me to you of a red-eye flight
of red eyes salt-wept with what is not happening?
the temptation to be true is not my siren song.
I have battened down the hatches
too many times
the sea the rain the sky is still washing in.
I cannot sail this ship
alone I am seeking a crew.
© 2015 by Robin A. Sams