Seafarer
- Seafarer
She is a thief tonight. She has lured him here with the promise of a gift. He kneels before her, naked as his belief in a fathomless sea. He buries his face in the net between her hips. It is there his mind begins to unravel. . . . She spreads her legs so he can feel how moist . . . how soft . . . how dark . . . how deep surrender can be. . . . She arches her neck where the most intimate sound thrashes, a tidal song she casts to hold him fast. . . . She appears broken in two as he enters and rides her, his body fluid as he angles in and out, but he is hooked on her centrifugal power. And now she shrinks him smaller and smaller ‘til he is a ghost. . . .
Joanne McFarland is an artist and writer living in Brooklyn, New York. Her work has appeared in numerous journals including The Cape Rock, African American Review, Great Midwestern Quarterly, Obsidian II, and Acorn Whistle, as well as Callaloo. The poems appearing in this edition of Callaloo are from her third collection Nudescapes. Her second poetry collection is forthcoming from Acorn Whistle Press (Summer 1999).
