I Am A Harbour To Wind And Thunder Poem by Mark Heathcote

I am a harbour to wind and thunder
The lashing rain and high seas, adventure
I am a harbour for pirates' plunder
Wanting, you should stay for misadventure
I am a sandbar wanting only you.
Your touch anchors me in your waves
I am a sandbar wanting real sinew
Be moved by me who hasn't won't behave
I want to be that one conch shell that hears
Your heart's deepest oceanic echoes
I want to be that boom box, nobody overhears
Lying in your arms forget innuendos
I want to be your rubber band in the sand
I want to be an incorruptible gold
I want to be your painted ship, unmanned
And give so much you could never grow cold.