Poem: Nausicaa

A (rare) love poem

when i met you,
i was a burner of boats.

my own, primarily, but
but also most sailing

anywhere near me. You
pulled up alongside, swam

where the water took
you, laughed at my

arrogance, allowed me to
co-captain the ship.

which meant no need
for any more boat burning,

which meant actual
care and responsibility.