Landsailor Poem by Zyw Zywa

Loving Apart Together, each
his own music, his own habits
I'm willing to change mine

for something more pleasant
but not just for you
not just anchor

in the rippling water
of a harbour, no longer breaking
the waves with the ship at my feet

my breasts untouchably
coveted, no longer being the bow
that steers the hands of the steersman

You give a sniff at the musky smell
of the rutting squirters
in my breaking charms

You mock them with envious eyes
you lay down sweet smiles
and hawsers of homeliness

You hit the quays full of bollards
you're so handy, unhandy
in love like landsailors