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Those thousand ships
you launched
still haunt this pier
where old men sip beer
from plastic cups,
wishing their pants
remembered yesteryear,
and I just watch the gulls
crash into the pilings.
You were no mermaid,
no Circe of my seven seas.
You just loved
the art of drowning -
watching strong men
go down for you,
your charms
a tempest in my bed.
Steal me, then -
this stench of bait
and phosporus that stiffens waves
and makes me
walk on water.
For your face
has become a vanishing act
and I need to remember
what keeps breathing
in these nets of yours.
you launched
still haunt this pier
where old men sip beer
from plastic cups,
wishing their pants
remembered yesteryear,
and I just watch the gulls
crash into the pilings.
You were no mermaid,
no Circe of my seven seas.
You just loved
the art of drowning -
watching strong men
go down for you,
your charms
a tempest in my bed.
Steal me, then -
this stench of bait
and phosporus that stiffens waves
and makes me
walk on water.
For your face
has become a vanishing act
and I need to remember
what keeps breathing
in these nets of yours.
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oh this is great,, I love the third stanza, its really short and great piece