The saline spray splashed over the pontoon as we crested the last breaking wave and the calm, turquoise waters spread before us, a shimmering blanket of possibilities.
Let’s sail away on a catamaran.
Leave behind the burning sand.
We’ll live on champagne
and what comes from the sea,
content and happy to simply be.
You took my dream and made it real.
We’re claiming our freedom.
It’s time to feel.
So now on a woven deck we ride,
laughing and clapping at the changing tide.
Take me darling! NOW I cry!
Own me, claim me, before I die.
Draw the sail in.
Tie it up tight.
Then bend me
and fuck me
with all your might.
Fingers entwine in the deck and the lines
while the wind overhead whistles and whines.
We fly the hull of passion’s race
catching the wind that has no face.
Is this drench that covers, you or me?
Again, again, again is my plea.
For tomorrow will come
and dawn will break
bringing an end to our wake.
But for now we float hand in hand.
And I don’t care
if we never find land.