Greg Braquet
Fall for the She Pirate
Her love is a gunboat riding low,
heavy with loose cannon, every inch
designed for exhilarations, personal
confrontations, a midnight boarding,
A broadside in broad daylight…
Too many ‘broads’ for her liking;
she never did like the word.
Fortunately, I was fond of barrages,
being hit from all sides at once.
Breathless, she left me breathless and
I surrendered and swabbed
the decks of her passion. Funny, I
never think of myself as defeated,
not even so much as booty. Her savvy of
love born in piracy and sassy spirit, offers
so much more than the usual shallow
berth of, ‘All is fair in love and war.’
Here in her deep waters I drown.
My whole life’s desire passes before my eyes,
sinking to a sea’s soft floor epitaph as sunken treasure.
Not a bad way to go... Drink
up, me Hardies!
She has an ocean’s worth to swallow before you’re done.
Bio:
Greg Braquet exists in New Orleans, but like most poets lives in a world of his own choosing. Greg is married and has three children — Four, if you count his hyperactive muse. His poetry has appeared in such publications as The New Laurel Review, THEMA, The Tap Root Review, Lucid Stone, Desire Street, Sour Grapes, Pedestal Magazine, Pierian Springs, Tryst, SideReality, Junket, and is a recent recipient of the Delirium Journal’s 2003 Choice Award.
