you were a pirates bride.
Hands set firm on your hips.
Those hard hard hips,
that bore salt water children
hard on those bones,
turning metal to rust
and skin to leather.
Riding on the back of empty beds
and fruitless seas.
You sat watch,
eyes turned gray
melting into a horizon that never gave up.
Black dress, holding firm,
your heart, beneath your breasts.
You knew he loved another.
She laughs at your door,
and wakes you at night.
Crashing hard on the sand.
You dip your toes into her,
and take pieces of her away,
hoping to make her smaller,
to steal from her,
like she has stolen from you,
every time he sails away.
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