Sister-wife to the sea

Mother, 
                  His father, too, was a sailor. On a ship as black as death but it never cast a shadow. 
He will sail after we are to be wed. 

Sister, 
                  I watch. He cuts. In steel: curves that swell with your breathing breast. 
I dare say he thinks your expanse is his to tame. 

Lover,
                  You have held me in the rolling sea mist— through the fractures in the sky in storms. You held me as I learnt to pale on the shore. 

Wife,
                 He calls you his cruellest mistress. 
I would too.

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