Tell Me a Story

Tell me a story, young man
about the sea
About the way she calls you home
the way she pulls you close
She moves you, your Mistress

Let me see the wind
blowing through your hair, the air
warm on your skin, tanned
        from days sitting at the feet
of her, your love

Salty eyes, lips, hands
Covering you
Draped around your body
         A sheet of brine
She marks you, your Beloved


Tell me, love
about sweet youth
About the way our glasses clink as we sip our sweet tea
         the way the summer sun beats down on our kisses
We grow old, face to face, day by day

Tell me a story, old man
about your life
About the way you struggled, you lived
         the way you loved, a woman-child,
a country born free, an open armed ocean without a face

Tell me about those days, as I say goodnight to you