Pirate
There was a lull in the night
from all the green we’d set alight.
Vespertine and layered grief:
the face you wore, the man, the thief.
Pirate, you’re a stealer of kisses!
It was definitely a privilege.
The other side of unrequited
doesn’t really feel like a privilege.
I thought I had a friend in you,
together dark, together blue.
Your hunger, lust and weary eyes
burned to dust and snuffed the fire.
“Why couldn’t we be?”
Why did it have to be?
You’re off threading another cocoon,
but I know love is coming soon.
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