Chantey

This morning
This pirate
This rogue
Lie in the warm soapy water
In a clawfoot tub
Thinking of a particular mermaid
Somewhere else

And the warm spring air
Blew in softly through
Parted silk
And fixed on exposed skin

Being sensitive
I became aroused
And passion filled me

I moved in warm soapy water
As a pirate would
If this mermaid
Were there
In the tub

Waves
Splashed against
The porcelain sides

And as this pirate’s jewels
Emptied themselves
I could smell
The freshness
Of the ocean
Robust and alluring
Like seaweed
On a distant tropical
Beach

And this particular
Spring morning
A certain mermaid
Is there
On that beach
Waiting

Calling
To
Me