The Recovery Of The Iva Mae Poem by grace mariner

Silence burns like fire in my breast.
I speak of nothing to save something unseen by the eyes,
Like a vampire, I wait for the invitation to enter...
but it never comes.
What can I ask of you that you don't already provide?
Our days are dark and secretive,
for reasons only you can say.
These four walls are all too familiar.
We leave traces of ourselves here,
evidence of our shared crimes.
I want the Iva Mae lover who yearns for his conquest till the end of days.
She was never his.
I would change that ending and allow that flawed seaman
the object of his desire.
Her heart would succumb to the beautiful tragedy of it all.
No dark stone could bury that ship.
She remains seaworthy despite being dashed upon the rocks
of a violent life.
Moored, the burden of its' cargo of heavy hearts would be relieved.
She gives and you graciously take.
And the silence still burns, fueled by the fear of drowning
in this dark sequestering.