My cravings land like a pirate horde
grappling to my fleeing ship
swinging on ropes
til they board
in critical numbers
large enough
to overwhelm
my resistance.

They all have the same face
and while my sword is sharp and swift
I'm soon overcome by desires mixed
as pirate laughter rings
throughout my ship
reminding me of what
I like about pirates
and their lust.

For pirates
live on the edge,
laugh low in the guttural throat
shivering my timbers;
making my attractions burst.

They make me love the pirate life;
unsafe
and a little rough;
but trading off there
smothering boredom
and life freed
from correct complacencies.

Humm.
Who has not inside
a secret pirate heart?
Who would not like to swoop down
and grapple life from stilled ships
drifting hulks, and frozen  faces?
 
Who would not choose
life over death?
My Hearty?