The goal with this particular poem was to write a love poem that didn't inspire 'yuck's or cynical underpinnings. I hope I've suceeded where Atwood and Rosetti failed. Don't get me wrong, ladies, you're fantastic writers...but love poems are supposed to impart,um, love rather than distaste for mens.
Whoso list to touch
Oak to water
Watch the hue
And taste of gales
Follow him with
Folded granite wing
He who may
Pale darkened water
Bind the cloth
Knot the winds unkempt
Beware beneath
White crest of brine
I sing to sate
The pulling tide
Coax milky shells to smooth
He is stone
And I corrode
Could pull each boat asunder
These firey seas
Wet-spark to breech, to score
The slate grey sky
And rise, and rise ink-stained
Mariner be wise, aye,
And fix an eye to shore.
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