
Sailing solo,
Sand and songs,
One wet page,
All sweet and dour.
I feel the soothing caress
Of the steaming bath.
I smear the mirror
With wet tenderness.
Cold water,
Lashes at my back.
I lash out,
As if your long hands
Were grasping
Golden rings
That my fingers
Will never wear.
Sad song,
Blinking boat
Sailing solo.