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Her sails stretch forth,
Like a woman’s arms, inviting,
Drawing, beckoning to me.
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Take my controls, guide and lead me,
Onward into the blueness,
Of the vast and open sea.
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No time is lost in accepting,
The charming invitation,
We move into the wind anticipating.
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We sail uncharted waters,
Together we become as one,
We sail along, slowly navigating.
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Suddenly she becomes unsteady,
She is displeased with me,
Tossing me astern and bow.
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She is like another lady,
Together we cruised the seas,
Yet she was displeased somehow.
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Next time I will navigate,
Without anyone, just me,
I will be completely at ease.
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I will heed no lady that beckons,
She will have no control o’er me,
I will have only me to please.
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Gayle Davis
August 25, 2003©
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