I Came for the Sea

A map stitched in red like a bite in the bark. We danced on the deckboards when the storm roared, In my hair, in the rain, in the night, on my skin. Hold fast, let the rope run true, hold fast, I was born for the blue. Hoist me up, let me go, salt on my sleeve—salt on my sleeve. Hoist me up, let me go,