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.