my pirate understands

and sent me this lovely bit...

my skin is still dusty
With a gray desert hurt
she returned slightly burnt,
Now settled way down in her head
there are plans to convert.

Seeking the selfness of expression
as the speck of sand in the wind,
a communion of others is now locked in
and the man floating at bouy 9
has a wistful grin
for he thought she has a journey
that only pirates can know
and mermaid reflect in her background glow.

Just enough rain, just enough sun,
there is a plan for another Black Rock run,
A chainsaw for wood, a welder for iron,
thoughts fill her like the clouds over the horizon,
Tomorrow is today
Free floating on a dusty dessert where the mermaid can play.