A Lascar Goes to Undersky

On the prow of fortune rides the brawn.
Two handed, blood soaked vigor
works the grand mariner
and breath pulls it by the ears across the sea.

The horizon bends down to kiss the wet cradle
and in the sun's dimming glare red locks appear.
Willow wandered and deeply hued curls
yank the lascar's suspenders to the deck.

Hair wilts away from a wondered face,
illumined of its own accord, quirking her eyebrow
to grow his chest warmer and breathless.
Her pacified lips perk and tempt his grip.

He gives to gravity's plea and a promised embrace.
With ruby lips she grants his wish and coerces him to Undersky.
In slow flight she offers him a final breath from her lungs
and he smiles as the blue grows dim.







Thanks to Kelsey for this Saturday's inspiration, "Mermaid."