Musings by The Poet Loriet
Survivors of Titanic Love
"Alright, baby girl,
guess I'd better
be going,"
your sexy voice
resonates on the other end
of the phone line.
"Stay," I want to whisper,
but the whisper gets stuck
somewhere deep inside,
the part of me that knows
I can't afford the luxury
of loving you.
It costs too much
to travel first class.
You say you love it
when you hold me,
and I press my whole body
against yours
as if it's exactly
where I want to be.
"It is," I answer
without hesitation...
but what I don't say
is that I'm scared
to let you go,
scared there won't
be enough lifeboats,
and it's always,
"Women and children first!"
Is there a safe haven for us
in this tsunami world?
We're both drifters
in this sea of love,
clinging to our dreams
to keep us afloat.
When I let go of your hand,
our fingertips brush,
and I feel you slipping
beneath the murky surface.
I lose sight of you
as your bubbles of breath
slowly subside.
"Stay!," I manage to scream
in a final adrenaline burst,
but there's no sign
that you've heard me.
I fight the waves of regret
to stay afloat,
my chest heavy with
lightning bolts of pain,
my breaths increasingly shallow.
I'm losing the fight
against shoulda, coulda, wouldas...
It would be so easy
to slip under the cool blue surface
and lie with you forever
upon the soft bed of sand,
but strong arms pull me out,
wrap me in a warm, dry blanket,
saving me...
but all I really want
is to be shipwrecked with you,
never to be found again...
"Stay," I whisper one last time...
There's no answer,
save for the ocean's perpetual music,
the haunting tune
reminiscent of earthbound vessels
and ghostly sailors
lured to their untimely demise.
The winds howl fiercely,
but I keep my eyes on the horizon,
searching
for the ever-elusive
olive branch.
Lori Beal
guess I'd better
be going,"
your sexy voice
resonates on the other end
of the phone line.
"Stay," I want to whisper,
but the whisper gets stuck
somewhere deep inside,
the part of me that knows
I can't afford the luxury
of loving you.
It costs too much
to travel first class.
You say you love it
when you hold me,
and I press my whole body
against yours
as if it's exactly
where I want to be.
"It is," I answer
without hesitation...
but what I don't say
is that I'm scared
to let you go,
scared there won't
be enough lifeboats,
and it's always,
"Women and children first!"
Is there a safe haven for us
in this tsunami world?
We're both drifters
in this sea of love,
clinging to our dreams
to keep us afloat.
When I let go of your hand,
our fingertips brush,
and I feel you slipping
beneath the murky surface.
I lose sight of you
as your bubbles of breath
slowly subside.
"Stay!," I manage to scream
in a final adrenaline burst,
but there's no sign
that you've heard me.
I fight the waves of regret
to stay afloat,
my chest heavy with
lightning bolts of pain,
my breaths increasingly shallow.
I'm losing the fight
against shoulda, coulda, wouldas...
It would be so easy
to slip under the cool blue surface
and lie with you forever
upon the soft bed of sand,
but strong arms pull me out,
wrap me in a warm, dry blanket,
saving me...
but all I really want
is to be shipwrecked with you,
never to be found again...
"Stay," I whisper one last time...
There's no answer,
save for the ocean's perpetual music,
the haunting tune
reminiscent of earthbound vessels
and ghostly sailors
lured to their untimely demise.
The winds howl fiercely,
but I keep my eyes on the horizon,
searching
for the ever-elusive
olive branch.
Lori Beal
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Survivors of Titanic Love
Survivors of Titanic Love