“I’m coming.” I replied,
Not looking at him, while clutching
At the last moments of him.
He moved away, starboard deck
To where he became a dim shadow,
The fog around him was suffused,
With a golden glow.
The air was like it was made of mirrors
That refracted the light in unexpected ways,
Without saying a word,
I went to him.
He offered me a length of chain,
Silently we pulled together to raise,
The anchor and the chain was heavy,
Despite the cold, I was sweating.
Below, in the water, the anchor and chain
We were making soft splashes,
In our passion, a silence that was broken,
By the sound of the ship’s company.
We peered into the dark water,
Whispered a low oath. “Merde, another.”
I looked over his shoulder, instant lust,
To where we hovered above the dark abyss.
He quivered slightly as I struggled
To bear his weight, droplets of water,
He splashed gently against my hips,
Returning love that night, right there,
On the deck of that ship.
How could I ever forget…
Just remembering, how I loved you.
And I still do.