Sunflowers sleep atop black curls,
surrounding my sweet face,
floral crown, shining in the sunlight that never seems to want to leave.
The charms of my bracelet jingle jangle on the boat’s cleat,
as I ache for the ocean,
just beyond my reach.
I hear God in the ocean’s howl,
and he is kinder to me, with his sweet words than I have ever been to myself.
I smoke cigarette after cigarette,
to keep my hands busy, and away from the alcohol that waits below deck,
spying on the sea and all her many children,
as they peek from behind their mother’s legs.
I am wearing an infamous white dress,
I never learn,
but today, I want to be beautiful,
so beautiful that somebody would look at me,
love me like it was meant to last forever,
so here I stand,
an innocent, hopeful halter neck dress,
crown of flowers, blessed by the Sun,
and a veil of choking cigarette smoke,
as I sail away.