The Benign Beast

Imagination is not just

To aromatic lover’s touch

Attempts to quell unbidden lust, 

But fails to serve as needed crutch

.

One beast, two backs, never to be

Lest dignity descend its throne

And cast upon us men of the sea

One final, monstrous, jubilant moan

.

To think of futures had I turned, 

Our breaths sped up their tentative pace

And recollect movements never learned

First sweet, would end a bitter taste 

.

Yet, once again, principle prevails

To Lady Pure, I defiantly hail

Last night I was numb

and dumb

and the moon shone through my fortress

.

When the defenses shut down

and the troops went home

and the monitors stopped their whirring

.

When my mind was quiet

and the lazy loops of the waves kept me coming

and the horror was imperceptible

.

Who knew

that I’d long for the silence of sleep through half-lidded eyes,

that I’d linger and thrive on the aftertaste of one night?

.

Who knew

that it was the scent of the intangible,

that hope was not yet lost?

.

Last night I was numb

and dumb

and finally free

 

Sure, I’m afraid of what might lead to my death: car accidents, plane crashes, drowning. But, I’m more afraid of what won’t kill me: people dying, people leaving, the silences that seem to never end. It’s the idea of having to live through something that scares me, not the end itself.