Mar 29, 2005 07:22
I climb aboard.
You seem anxious,
swaying gently to the pulsing
of the Earth.
I glide inside you.
It is warm, moist,
That unforgettable smell.
I move to the bed,
Now deep within your hull,
And lay down gently.
You're rocking harder now,
And I begin to feel butterflies
in my stomach.
I've never done this before,
And now I'm called "Admiral."
You sigh and I'm afraid that you're hurt.
Yet you continue rocking
Slowly, perfectly
In tune with my breath.
I stand and come around
to your back,
Grabbing hold of the knobs.
I take control,
Steering you as I please,
The control is dream-like.
My beauty,
You rock harder,
Hitting the waves of sheets (sheets of waves) with force, now.
I see others around,
I call to them in their native tongue,
"AHOY MATEYS!"