The Titanic and Other Metaphors for Love
You set out for foreign shores
heart hopeful, flesh willing.
I am a compromised sanctuary
borne up on icy waves.
I come to you in disaster's colors,
all slate gray sea mysterious,
with promises of golden streets
just over the next horizon.
Let me sing you to sleep below decks,
make promises only the waves can keep.
Let me rend your world like an iceberg,
and watch you capsize oh so sweetly.











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