Bluebird (inspired by Yaerink1203)

Bluebird (13th November 2008, 01.21am)

Like a myth, I sit
at the base of your spine,
guarding either side,
hovering above your
legendary buttocks.

I exist in legend,
the lore of sailors;
a protection spell
to keep at bay the waves
that swell within you.

Over the rainbow,
I fly too high, for
I cannot stem your fears,
but my dried ink
will try. Cheers:

crack the red wine over
your proud prow, rename
this vessel, drink yourself,
and when you put to sea
in your pea-green boat,

you will see me,
your beacon shining
out from shores remote;
the curve of the land
lies, don’t listen…

Just lend me your fingers
for your eyes, and
trace my outline
with your vision.