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I drink
the amber wine
of oblivion
- its acid erasing
the fingerprints
you left on my body,
its sweetness
intoxicating
my lewd brain.
Slowly,
the cry of the peacock
fades away,
no longer arousing
the tide of my blood
on moonless nights.
As the caravels
leave the port,
so do my memories
depart
one by one
towards better futures
or a spring of scurvy
& curses.
Forever exploring
the seas where dragons lie
- what better way to wake them
than to rattle
the crooked relics
of all my losses?
Forever treading
the jungles where tigers lurk
- what better lullaby for them
than the songs I'll hum
to my unborn children?
I let the conches
I walk on
tear at my flesh
- they are much gentler
than the miles between us.
By air, sea or land
we are so apart,
so distant,
that they'll have to
give new names
to our oceans & straits.
I circumnavigate
with hope
- once started
my journey
will end
on your shores -
my sails torn
my masts broken
my crew all dead
my deck a-creaking.
Only my lonely toll
will call
out to you
over & over again.
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