Call Me a Sailor

The words I say to myself

are so infrequently kind

So be patient

as I tell myself its true

that I deserve

someone like you

and that G-d won’t take

what I took years to find.

The pillows next to my head

have been cold too long.

My sheets and

my sense of salvation

have longed for the

heat of your affection.

There’s a fire around my eyes;

my legs have found a song.

There’s stars all around

the cracks in our ceiling

I threw them

there for you to look up to

but these constellations

that I found on you

they made me a sailor

they’ll keep me sailing;

if you call me a sailor

I’ll sail your star-eyed sea.