Cut me loose,
captor of my thoughts.
My ears were never doors to my mind
captor of my thoughts,
you broke the spars I had painfully broken into my ears
made them into a raft to carry your words
set them sail, floating on your timbre
and made your laughter a radar.
Pirate of my thoughts,
you have made focus a tumultuous voyage
and my train of thought is derailed because you are on board
I’d like to know where you’d get off, if you would
perhaps, then, I would let this passing storm rage on
probably enjoy it, like a stranger’s kiss
and not try to break this temporary brace on my heart.
Pirate of my attention,
if you’d take any treasure, if you’d swing out
I beg you to leave me my heart
I’ve got only one of it,
but you, a cache
in many different chests.
Written by Sika Bosuo Mokuor, a siro360 contributor