French Sailor Boy

French Sailor Boy

Life With Catnip

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At any moment, the tide would switch,
Silence would become loud,
With ringing commands,
Of the captain and the anchor,
Drawn up from the depths.

The ship was coming about
I paced the deck, pausing,
Nothing stirred not even fish,
Leaping up to breathe,
The night air.

From somewhere nearby, a bell rung
Reverberating in odd patterns
Through the mist.

First came one voice, then a second,
Accompanied by the steps of heavy boots.
A shadowy figure appeared,
A French sailor,
Gently nudging me.

“We’re weighing anchor now Miss.”
His French was accented and strange,
And lovely, and beguiling,
A verbary of a fine language.

It was the first time,
That I ever heard your voice,
I knew right then, you were him.
And I wanted you, desperately,
How could I ever forget you…

I loved you then,
Just as I love you now,
My French Sailor Boy.

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