Anoints My Love Poem by Captain Cur

Falling prey to the salt mist's husky scent
I place my lips and kiss your troubled hand,
the waves reach your feet and slowly relent
garnished with the specks of the rolling sand;
each grain blinking, retracing where you stand
my ocean of want outlined in the waves
corridors of time where my life is spent
wondering will you ever love this man,
upon my shoulders the cold burning blade
anoints my love while the grains slowly wash away.