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A line keeps our small boat connected to the dock..
Soft moonlight hugs the ocean as it tugs our boat in.
This is the first time that we’ve made love this open.
The Atlantic moves with every stroke, & she moans.
The deep song of Gail’s lovely heart, beats strong.
Regular words can’t describe this; you need poems.
As the ocean spins the boat, we only see each other.
I stare into her brown eyes & I see deep love there.
This is the best feeling that this short life has to give.
Wrapped in bliss: the finale` is capped with a kiss.
We don’t sail back; we just watch the sky & wait-
Grabbing at nirvana as wind blows the night away.
Gail & I must have fallen asleep; The sun wakes us.
Yesterday’s lust still lingers around on my taste buds,
So as soon as I wake up, I already want to make love.
Instead, we watch the sun rise before our young eyes,
& witness the, early mourning ,ocean glow, run by.
This is why I live life; To love, then have some more.
After a tender kiss, she says: Lets go back to shore
I turn to grab the rope, & I really hope I’m wrong...
I think this is where I tied it, but.. The rope is gone..
We, frantically, look for where I might have tied it.
Nothing can explain how frustrated & sick I get.
We find ourselves praying to God; We hope & plea,
As our little boat continues to, aimlessly, float at sea..
The last time we saw the shore was late last night
We sail south, but we don’t really know if that’s right
The boat turned several times through the night & day,
So we could be getting closer to land or further away.
A mixture of fear & adrenalin pump through my veins,
And just as I begin to gain composure, it begins to rain.
Our boat is thrown every direction & the sail breaks
With no sail & it storming, I know we’re at hell’s gate
With no failsafe, & the inability to sail straight.
Grey & black clouds cover the sky, & thunder roars.
Soon, the crashing water starts to come aboard.
We struggle to scoop it out as the little boat is sinking.
At this point, it’s all instinct; Rarely any thinking
We almost go down. In the skies, I see God’s frown
& Just as my spirit is broken, the rain calms down...
By the next day we’re burning in the sun & starving
Surrounded in water we can’t drink, I look at my darling.
She’s pissed, & on the other side of this crappy boat.
She doesn’t want to talk - she just sits around & mopes.
Hours fly by. Then the day. Then the night vanishes.
Two days without food or drink, we can’t manage this.
She’s now holding her stomach, while crying to eat
We need food & I can only think of one.. Our own meat..
If I died, could you promise that you’d eat me, Gale?..
She protests and promises that she would never do so
Rough days are here & my meat would help through those,
But she refuses, cause she knows I’ll commit suicide.
She won’t eat me, & I see so when I look to her eyes.
It’s my fault we’re here; Me & the woman I want as my wife
So I devise a plan to save her life...
I’ll bite my own fingers off. Then, force feed her...
I rush her, & knock her down to the floor of the boat
I’m so, so sorry, Gail, but this is your only hope
I put my knees on her biceps to hold her arms down
She is now helpless, yet, out of harm, now.
I look to the skies, then take one look at her face.
Then, I take my index finger & bite it at the base.
Blood squirts everywhere, but I keep biting harder.
Then It finally comes off, I say: You’ll eat this for starters
I force the severed finger down her throat.
Gail twists & turns, almost flipping the boat.
Her face is covered in blood, and she’s crying
Sorry, Gail... I just can’t watch you dying.
I bite off my second finger, then my third one.
Tears trickle down my face as I see her’s run.
I didn't know how much this would hurt in the start.
Not phisical pain, but the pain deep in my heart.
I force feed her my fingers til my left had is bare.
Blood covers us both, but, truly, love is there.
If I bleed to death, you’ll need to feed some more..
..Then I look out at the water.. & I see the shore..
Damn.
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