The pirate had eyes filled with jaguars,
And hands of a grasping nature. But no paddle,
no boat and no woman to make love to.
He said no, but I might be.
into my roses.
Are you wet? He said.
I nodded, he was right, it would be.
where he touched my rose bush.
I said is it good? He replied no it’s bad
and I sipped it and it was.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Annaleese Jochems is a Creative Writing student at MIT in Otara. She likes getting in other people’s way in bookshops and having long chats with herself in the shower. Her work has appeared in JAAM, Poetry NZ, Blackmail Press and others.