Voyages

There is no remedy for love but to love more. - Thoreau

Lovers Painting by Ulyana Linenko

first spying each other from atop watchful crow's nests

hoisting heavy anchors, raising blown sails, two ships exploring

sailing on a high tide

walking a narrow plank

wrapped in feeling ports of taught, engorged flesh

masts bobbing erect

guided by knowing moonlight, we kissed well into the fleeting night

exchanging essence of wanting limbs

fingers tracing like a passion compass

lips directing a raw, moist journey of pure desire

waves of emotions rising up and slapping against smooth hulls

reading braille maps through blind telescopes

south of the border

below the equator

wherever hot breaths carry

it never grew old

damn the cannon fire, to hell with our soul

Author's Note

"We should go forth on the shortest walk, perchance in the spirit of undying adventure, never to return - sending back our embalmed hearts only as relics to our desolate kingdoms." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! This was hot and intensely fiery; you do romance justice. Powerful metaphors. Are you sailing East or West?
At least you are not passing the red sea.
Excellent!

[Pete]

just following the current, however dangerous it may be. no travel agent needed ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe!
Well, you are currently safe. Travel at hour own risk.

[Betty Hermelee]

Great metaphors Pete, I love the sea, waves, anchors of love and that the sensual aspects like the waves of raw emotion … your chosen words are so clear yet so poetic to show us a beautiful love tryst.. and very cool images so clear to our own emotions!
Beautiful
Warmly
B.