A Sailor's Confession Poem by Germina Melius

I love thee but thy carelessness troubles my heart.
I see sadness in thine eyes when thou art hungry,
standing a few feet away from my table,
fearful of my mother's scorning.
I think of thee at nights in the outhouse,
alone, frightened like a lost sheep,
and perhaps crying, praying,
wishing to leave my imperfect world to breathe,
seeking freedom, leaving me, thy true love,
thy secret admirer behind like dust.
I love thee like cocoa and rich coffee,
want thee and thy love,
want to take thee away, sailing in my ship across the Atlantic.
This broken ship is missing an anchor,
thou art the anchor of my heart.
My heart is confined by memories of my love for thee.
In my eyes, thou art love, not a slave
but a beautiful woman, a goddess curved in the right places,
seducing my heart to a peaceful place where I lust for thee.
This world says we're different but I'm not of this world
and neither is my heart.
I am a good man, desiring a dame, thou art the one. I hope to sail away with thee like a beautiful light in my life
and feel thy sweet embrace.
Mother's cries will not prevent me or pierce my heart with grief.
Her desires are not mine.
Thou art good to me, a virtuous woman and my beloved.
I hope to see thy beautiful smile
and lovely countenance in my cabin in the galley of my ship.
I want to live freely with thee, one day, when this world has changed, the law abolished and tossed into the sea,
sunken into the depth of the ocean.
I love thee and want thee every day to whisper in my ear, arouse my heart to lie with thee in our secret affair.
When man's thinking has changed, we'll profess our love to the world.
Josephine, thou art not of this world, my secret angel, thou art a blessing to me, my life's companion, water in the wilderness of my lonely heart, my only love.
I perish thinking that thou despiseth me like my Mother.
I have done only one thing; I am guilty of loving thee.
Find me in the darkness at midnight and let's sail away to the Caribbean, live among the pirates until the law has changed and men are free.
If I should die tomorrow, please know this, Josephine.

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