You were longboned, then, but lanky still,
an unbuilt youth. You'd be a solid ship,
I thought; your will
a worthy captain; through whatever ill wind
might rise, you would hold course.
And so I chose my ship, signed
the life I left away, to snug
myself into your path.
No mate, I hid me in your hold, and slept,
your arm embraced me.
I could hardly hear your heart,
dreaming,
And when an evil wind
whipped up the water at our heels,
ripped through our sails,
tore boards,
at last unshipped us into cold, violent sea--
There in the dark water your long arms
held me
as a man might hold his friend
not knowing whether they'd find some plank,
some help,
or drown together.
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