He was a boat maker in torn blue jeans
and she, a shipwreck in red lipstick.

He would lovingly bend the boards
and she then ripped apart the planks.

He used the gentleness of his nature
and she was powerless to the storm of hers.

The boat it floated though it creaked
and filled with water on every sail.

They knew it would end in beautiful disaster
but until then any day on the ocean

was a good one.

BB

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