CRUISEVILLE

At the small of her back

lies a tattoo of a cruise ship

Its hull a sullen blue

smokestacks of raging red

I can only imagine where it has traveled,

the souls it has touched

What adventures it must have engendered

under the moonlight and sun

What does it take

to voyage on this most private of vessels?

And if I received a personal invitation,

to where would we sail?

Perhaps we would follow the coastline

and seek harbor near a secluded island

Or follow the stars to the horizon

to drink in the spirit of a boundless sea

Or just maybe we would drop anchor

and let the whitecaps rock us to sleep