a date with the pirate

a moon lit
plank walk
back
and forth
ready
to jump ship
only
if pushed
the pirate’s
stolen treasure
buried in a sea
foaming with
tears—I was
suddenly
brave
a death at sea better than
the lull
of bland safe
harbor
anchored
in fear
his eyes
burned with
the strength of
a thousand stars as he
cleaned the salt
from my eyes
a stay of sorts
granted

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