Moonlight kisses her brave
like sorrow daring to squeeze out in tears
drip, drip of the sea, stretching to reach her on the shore
while he is away in open water
how he longs for the woman he playfully called daughter
and she playfully called him in turn –father
secret love
secret fetish
She called him Daddy when his salty brine fingers
wiggle between her sweat-soaked thighs
And he called her ‘baby girl’ his baby girl
Moonlight kisses her good night,
she prays in the dark
knowing with a hope so strong that the night nymphs would carry
the sweet innocent whisper to her Captain’s Ears.
Sweet Daddy, I love you.
Like the horizon, loves the sea.
