I have a love boat that’s built for two
Painted with the white of your eyes.
It’s cozy. Like sitting in an embrace
with arms of twine and trunk. Unpolished
like the lovely of you.
I ain’t no carpenter. Cant wood work
acceptance. Don’t know exactly how
to shape rustic into a haven.
Packed the bow with mud and twigs
and bits of beauty.
I give you ocean. The only way
I know how. In the bottom of a
wooden boat…Making our bed
On the peak of a wave.
Would you still have gotten in
if you knew there were no life
jackets for love...boats? Stop
searching for the shore.
I promise I won’t play the tippy
test with your heart.
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