⚓ Captain ⚓

If I were to leave; would you come with me? We could sail the farthest shores and hide inside of lakes. Oh! darling, find me restless tonight for the world spins on an axis of uncertainty and the only consistency of my thoughts is the newfound land which mores behind these eyes. I’d long for adventure; we could dress as our dreams and follow the winter as to never feel this heat. Always the subtle graze of such rough hands against your soft breast which captures your breath on our voyages to a fair. Simple statues can’t help rejoice for this parable of parody is entranced against your thigh. Keep these secrets for the hours see dust and rumor is the travesty of all those who have lost their mind. See me sane for this honest heart breaks and bends without caution. I have found my home on streets before; I can beat the dark with a hint of pride that you believe is arrogance. If I were to escape this town against God’s orders and found myself apart; would you have been a friend? Dancing closed eyed to such dreary tones while wind sought your soul; captured by the ghosts inside this past. I’d travel against the pulls of the earth to only run again; this happiness I’ve mimicked is the rut I’ve forever loathed. Held inside your hand was a moment to last forever; oscillating askew to these divided plurals as vowels taint unlucky mouths. Flee the forest and live regret, knowing your mistake is an attempt you’ve seen and understood. Play danger to this burning city that’s stolen your fears; a chance at loneliness. Surrender tired bones to freedom whilst torturing blind sailors who whisper mutiny in condensed tongues; contrary monument of splintered spines. Have words lost meaning? This signature of betrayed teeth; correct a mumble with grit tongues against cheeks which long for foreign lips. Fingers bending against your bones; dearest surprise is that waffled stench inside a left breast pocket; folded maps who never found a way. Pleading guilt with crossed toes inside infested rooms of greed and crooks; help me. Dream with me. Counterfeit friendships with crowded rooms; I’ve been the cold against these treacherous wounds that bleed out and dry black. I’ve lost my mind again, find the keys and fly away: subtly standing with sturdy steel without glory as solitude stumbled in a war for this shattered face of sickened thoughts. You’re no good here; run away. I can smell the cynics again: trespassing upon the stained glass, recording lies from silhouette casts though the truth is your dearest contradiction. My name burns through the ink in my wrist. A covered masterpiece of black and grey and tones of white; for I am Jason Micheal Henson: once more and never again.