First Mate

Blown in on slender air billows linen white
Red wine, placed hand, cocktail napkins, opinion stand
And sunsets from here and then lined across her face
First ring were I to call a friend in times of flight
Let it rain, let us dance again in circles around the flame
Dousing dreams, creating schemes, my crazy matcing hers
Lipstick red straight of a bed, miles through the night
Bare toes in sand, bare breast surf strand, lapping at the moon
The keys, yes please, trays filled with cheese and dip
Pack now, lets go to burry friends at sea, alright?
Salt rimmed glasses view the world, salt encrusted t-shirt girl
Will always say alright. Slicing heaven here on earth
Bring shoes, headlamp and key lime pie. Bring spouse for crew and beer
And lest forget, sunset deck, new house, new friends, New Year

I find myself almost caught up for NaPoWriMo Challenge. I’m jumping straight ahead to Day 10’s prompt. Today’s Challenge is to write a poem that is a portait of someone important to you. It doesn’t need to focus so much of what the person looks like, as what they are.

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