# Untitled 46 (Sail On)

by ThisIsShe|Mags


I didn’t care for it –

the sonnets in simple minds.

But you flood in.

Too late,

already baited;

the call-to-action is clear.

                                                                       Sail. Steer. Stifle. Stilt. 

And I remember how easy it was –

                                                                                       (Minding the gap.)

Playing my tune.

Bending fingers with keys

that licked and spiked

                                                       our interests.

Are you still

staring at the moon, my love?

Waning for me.