Tell me a story,
Of a three-masted ship at sea,
Of a girl stranded on yonder deck,
Drinking a cup of tea.
Show me a world,
Where that girl leans far out on the bow,
Lets the waves spray her rosy cheeks,
Concerned with no time other than now.
Take me to a place,
Where I join her on the crow's nest,
Where we point to distant lands,
Watch the waves below us crest.
Immerse me in a tale,
Where neither iceberg nor geyser,
Can pry these timbers from our vessel,
Where the clouds are our heavenly visor.
Take me on a journey,
Where the warmth of her gorgeous smile,
Melts the ice that has frozen my soul,
Kindles the fire of our desire.
Put your pen to parchment, my love,
Fire and ice flood through your fingertips.
Tell me a story of you and I,
As your hand on the ink quill grips.
Paint me a picture,
Where we are we,
Instead of two souls,
Separated by seas.
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Based on the prompt "fire, ice, and fingertips" given to me by the lovely WinterReader0917. Make sure to check out her poetry collection "Twisted Words" to see numerous beautiful pieces that she truly puts her heart into.
And to all of my readers who have stood by me for so long on this poetic journey, I honestly can't thank you enough. If any of you have any new prompts or requests, I'd be honored to hear them. :)
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