Ports Of Call (A Common Message) Poem by Pierre Rausch

She held his hand as they walked through the port
She leaned to kiss him on the head
And even after she placed her hands on his
That was the perfect thing to do
And so here they were, just the two of them
With a deep breath at their neck
She could taste strawberries
With the whole world at their feet
She'd only remove the covers
Trying to fish out the sweet
With the innocence of children
The mirror outside the port
And so here they were, just the two of them
With a deep breath at their neck
She could taste strawberries
With the whole world at their feet
Don't recall how that can be
Beneath the port-hangar window
She went abroad the hanse the following morning
The harbor also seemed infused
Don't recall how that can be
Beneath the port-hangar window
She went abroad the hanse the following morning
The harbor also seemed infused
And so here they were, just the two of them
With a deep breath at their neck
She could taste strawberries
With the whole world at their feet
Don't recall how that can be
Beneath the port-hangar window
She went abroad the hanse the following morning
The harbor also seemed infused
Don't recall how that can be
Beneath the port-hangar window
She went abroad the hanse the following morning
The harbor also seemed infused