cold boat, we sail it <br />fresh white sails for it <br />let me say that <br />it's so good to see you're thinking of me <br />this poor fool <br />thinks of you, too <br /> <br />creases on fingertips <br />that trace over you, mine on yours <br />we were in the water <br />too long <br />drift out of our minds <br />into opposite hearts, <br />where home is <br /> <br />ripples when i toss <br />myself to you, i dive <br />i jump i let go all over <br />i release every grip i forget and remember <br />everything <br />i'm trapping and dropping <br />everything again <br />it might interest you to know <br />that the sea <br />is speaking to us, <br />whispers <br />in the little waves <br />her colors tell me you're a fine catch <br />let me obey her command, to love you <br />as much as <br />i possibly can<br /><br />Scott Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seafood/
