The beat boat bobs
on mirrored brine
under pastel light
in rhythm with
the pallid sailors
heartbeat
whose death rests
on the tongues
of loved ones,
who watch
the cool sun fall
like a feather
as they reminisce
how the watery coffin
claimed their hearts
when licked caustic
by vicious blows
from blackened lips
stirring their tar cauldron
soul to distraction
making them forget
stallion nights
now oar and sail
have been stolen
by violent tide.
But as the sky turns
pastel shades
the naked beat boat bobs
on calm seas.
on mirrored brine
under pastel light
in rhythm with
the pallid sailors
heartbeat
whose death rests
on the tongues
of loved ones,
who watch
the cool sun fall
like a feather
as they reminisce
how the watery coffin
claimed their hearts
when licked caustic
by vicious blows
from blackened lips
stirring their tar cauldron
soul to distraction
making them forget
stallion nights
now oar and sail
have been stolen
by violent tide.
But as the sky turns
pastel shades
the naked beat boat bobs
on calm seas.
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