You reach your fingers down my throat
Tearing through skin and bone
Ripping at my voice
Until I am silent
And alone
As particles of water in a vast ocean
I drift
;
You call your ships of war: Beauties
Comparing them to women of the land
You name them as your lovers
Yet you leave these lovers with rings on their hand
And babies swollen in their bellies
Fending for themselves
Until they fall back to the sea in despair
Praying that you will love them hidden from the sun's glare
Unlike how you did standing
On the bow of your ship
Your new lover
Named after her yet adored more
With sleek sides
And pure innocent sails
You call this ship your lover and you sail off to sea
Away from your lover
Away from me
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Reminders of You
Poetryoh, reader, my reader, please don't hate what you are about to read they come from a part of me deep inside buried beneath blood and flesh warped in anger and weeping challenged in love changed in trust bound by hope and they are yours
