Forthwith Comments

Great write I like the line My arms and thoughts are in purgatory, until we are braided strands of hemp. There seems to be an underlying tension created by the suspence as to whether or not the lover will in fact return.

Compass Correlation Advance to the quarterdeck, the colors are in the wind. The captain is in command. His vessel is launched into the bay, the journey is at hand with rhythmic waves lapping the bow. The clear sky and brisk winds whisper slow within the ship’s gentle roll. The bow cuts into the flow of voyage somewhere between ecstasy and anguish. The storm moves in with force; the cargo is battened down in steerage as passion’s attachment for destination reached. A poet friend © RH Peat 11/10/2013

So lovely a poem with love as its crux. Great write my friend.

Perfect submission in dedication. It's superb Rache

I like this alot. So much feeling.

Still in love, but in control. Nicely written.