the pirate speaks again.....

EYEPATCH

away on a silent thought beach is a treasure,
painted sand turtles cross its path
it is padlocked and out of view
it is buried yet still accessible
others pass by without notice

out of desire a pirate's treasure must be seen;
are the unspent experiences still awaiting?
when unshoveled from prying eyes the blue sapphires sparkle;
clear shining diamonds blind an eye
a patch is worn so not to disturb others

alas the lock box must be buried for another ripe day
the turtles meander,
the blue sky crosses the stationary white cloud above
a blue fin is spotted just beneath the nearby slow wave
the sun is in eclipse
a pirate returns to his fermenting grog

Drydocked

because we are incognito and speak in secret codes,
i missed a rendezvous, unsure if i was expected.
i did not want the wrong pirate to find me there.
i flounder between desire and good common sense.
this time common sense won out.
it is too late to change that today,
so here i am thinking shimmery thoughts of you.

we walk around in everyday life
and no one notices
your eyepatch or my tail
or the talking parrot
or that the buoys have become numbered
or that i've started drinking rum

And what kind of mermaid are you?

I took a mermaid quiz and these were the results...


You are the Aqua Marine Mermaid. You are pure and
brave. Strong and True. Your best friend is
your seahorse, your steed. You have fought many
battles in your own life and in the sea. No
matter what challenge you overcome it.
Congratulations there are very few of you.



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your pirate ways make me wild.
i swim in the luxury of your attention
i surrender to the current and
forget to watch for riptides.

Towering under the rumble of a waves, a mermaid waits for thee;
> Blue is my name and where martini's are sipped with glee!
> A pilar of sunlight cascades thru my waters
> awaiting the next meeting under the nearby trees.
> If you cannot find me whisper in your quiet voice for the
bluemartini, I
> will come!

In dark times, remember…

The embrace of the sky
and the water,
tree shadows playing
on bellies and legs,
a mermaid morning

Floating above
and diving below,
a thousand bubbles
caressing skin,
Twinkling like tiny gems

Playful diving
and tandem treading,
floating kisses,
morning martinis,
And buoy #9

a pirate replies

Soft like a rock, sunny as a blue sky,
water shimmers with sounds from a satellite,
and at buoy #9 below the surface
lay many treasures for the seafaring.
Dive deep.

i breathe in sharply
as i remember

floating at the edge
beautifully entangled

waves rise and swell
surrounding and inside

although unnumbered,
it must be buoy #9

mermaids get reality but don't always like it

hesitation and human relations
interrupt my mermaid ways
I know I can't swim every day
in a pirate cove
or stay all night in a pirate lair
I am aware of pirate hands
on the small of my back
and of my desire for them to stay
or to move
but not to move away

pirate daydream

a pirate man and I
swam to a pirate cove
and drank a pirate's grog
and shared a pirate kiss
and made a pirate plan
to meet for a pirate's night...