A call to the seaman floating adrift
he stares at the water for endless hours
casting that line over and over.
What did he hope to catch?
He daydreams the fantasy
etched in his mind, his passion
is burning from deep inside
erotic and rogue penetrates his depth.
He stares with eyes that boil the sea
churning he chums all of his bait.
With precision he casts into the swell
waiting for the nibble onto his rod.
Under and over I swim by the line
tempting delicious churning inside
in ritual banishment of self paranoia
I opened my lips for a mouthful.