Where sea foam green swells want to **** me dead,
Intruding on their sacred turf alone,
I cast my caution to the wind instead

“Don’t sail out by yourself” my father said,
Adventure calling me away from home,
Where sea foam green swells want to **** me dead

My salty bridegroom and our angry bed,
A dizzy toss of waves and wet throat moans,
I cast my caution to the wind instead

The anchor light burns bright upon masthead,
As white as all the stars in midnight's dome,
Where sea foam green swells want to **** me dead

And though I may not have been born and bred,
To grind through life as if it were a bone,
I cast my caution to the wind instead

No clearer match was ever made or met,
Yet to each other, secrets kept unknown,
Where sea foam green swells want to **** me dead,
I cast my caution to the wind instead

Written by Sara Fielder © Dec 2012