Loves Due

He woke beneath a beating sun
to an afterglow of loves depart
as she washed away his worries
on tides, now held at bay.

Then she kissed him in the light of moon
and in the darkness of his day.

Suppressing kindled fires
stacked upon clay pots
smoldered, were the arms that wrapped
now charcoaled, his phosphorous thoughts.

Yet steam billowed from the sails
white foam, splayed across depth of draft
as he coursed through….rough seas
she watched his heart bail.

What more could she give
but hold her love, to his course true
he'll navigate this jealous remorse
to understand, loves due.