Ships In The Night by Ron Carnell
We were ships
Passing in the night,
Our bows briefly touching,
Bringing us delight.
Love was our Captain,
Desire our Second Mate,
But pain was off our port,
And mutiny was our fate.
We met, we touched, we loved,
We said our last goodbye.
Now my ocean's empty
And I shall surely die.
Passing in the night,
Our bows briefly touching,
Bringing us delight.
Love was our Captain,
Desire our Second Mate,
But pain was off our port,
And mutiny was our fate.
We met, we touched, we loved,
We said our last goodbye.
Now my ocean's empty
And I shall surely die.
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I think relationships built solely or largely on physical pleasure are wrong. Not for any moralistic reason, but rather because it's too likely someone will get hurt. I'm sure I have a biased viewpoint (and will receive lots of email telling me so), but I believe men and women have different reactions to such seemingly casual affairs. Women can enjoy sex and companionship for their own sake. Men, sad to say, fall in love.
This poem is about one such relationship in my life.
This poem is about one such relationship in my life.
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It touched me, and I have written many thousands of poems, and have read seven times seven thousand more. - Jerry |
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Ron. this one touched me deeply. - Bridgette |
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oi! that is so cute! - Boa |
