Her Firm Lips Have Sunk My Ship Poem by James McLain

Her Firm Lips Have Sunk My Ship, the Helmet Squeezed

She puts the fluid as a mask upon her lovely face,
A silent shield a soft embrace,
Her lips, a fortress, firm they grip.
Where whispered secrets are concealed.

The helmet tight, it binds my fate,
Her touch, the sea she navigates.
But in her hand my anchor breaks.
And in her breath, the waves awake.

Her firm lips have sunk my ship once more,
Lost in the depths, I'm tethered there forever far from shore.