Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom? …n/m it’s a pirate’s life for me!
No, not a review of any Pirates of the Carribean movie, soundtrack, action figure or fansite. A poem:
Cutlass
She said my tongue left her weak,
but only when it was a vehicle
for my voice.
We didn’t have a sexual relationship.
in any normal sense of those words.
That sweetness was reserved for imagination;
the tart reality involved reservation.
Based on history,
it seemed a fetish of mine:
the object of inspiration
and subject of smooth-tongued alliteration
was someone I would never taste.
And yet,
like a pirate’s treasure in some hidden cove,
I know there is a map
that would lead past the half-truths of language,
and let me plunder your mind.
I would take a single piece of eight
and leave, in its place, this poem.