Moonlight kisses her brave

like sorrow daring to squeeze out in tears

drip, drip of the sea, stretching to reach her on the shore

while he is away in open water

how he longs for the woman he playfully called daughter

and she playfully called him in turn --father

secret love

secret fetish

She called him Daddy when his salty brine fingers 

wiggle between her sweat-soaked thighs

And he called her ‘baby girl’  his baby girl

Moonlight kisses her good night,  

she prays in the dark

knowing with a hope so strong that the night nymphs would carry

the sweet innocent whisper to her Captain’s Ears.

Sweet Daddy, I love you.

Like the horizon,  loves the sea.