A sea of sailors

Pursuing 

To plunge in my waters

To find themselves

Not the woman

In her solitudinal distance

Hordes of travellers

Lost in lustful desires

Knocking on my door

For a glimpse of flesh

Flashing

And bragging about their power

So shallow are they

How will they even know

What am I composed of

Scars of experience

And pathos of love.

©LR