The Ship She Launched

A woman applies the lipstick
to launch the brightest ship.
A sail swells in red and white
matches a glimpse of teeth,
a shimmering blush of lips
gliding faster than knots.

Her skiff afloat for a wink,
a glance, then a blown kiss
across an ocean of longing.
Her lips rock on her breath,
taken in and expelled, a tide
dictated by full moon of her.