Lover Of The Seas Poem by Naveed Akram

The lover is an ingredient of the souls,
He is digested and kept for the worlds.
Without hands our touch is rare and heavy,
Our solutions are the last touch to humanity.
Lover after lover cuts the hand off, a leg
Is left to criminals as soft bellies conserve us.
We are in love with love, fulfilling the arts,
Creating the science, and concocting paint.

My ship has sunk to the grinding act and sound,
Love's town is my cap and hat, it is a sunken wreck.
So abandon the ghosts, flee from the corpses,
And cut with skill the skin of an accuser of the arts.
The lover is a crime, as his hat forces his conduct,
His ship is my ship, a coloured boat of beauty.
Why do waves mistake us for their reaching words?
Many have grown from the deserted boats like castles.