Long-haired, slender, gorgeous, and a hard worker
in the shipyard, just a fetcher of supplies
and tools, but never known to be a shirker---
putting in a full shift before the loud time-clock's
whistle blast signaled another long day's end.
Inhibitions of neither hater nor prude
have been, in you, struck silent and dumb
(which sometimes brings those who know to panic)
as, after supper, you depart in a buoyant mood
to visit your eagerly waiting boyfriend.
With him,both naked (except for the sheer socks
you put on for this date) you both express
your given natures; shame, guilt and distress
cannot obfuscate, nor disrupt, nor intrude
on this hour to which you both will gladly come.
Too soon, you must depart; and this is no surprise
this weeknight. Work begins, tomorrow, at dawn---
for future profit to line British pockets.
Tomorrow, long bolts for empty sockets
(hammered in by seasoned craftsmen will be
the main staple of your delivery
errands. Rumor suggests that the formal name
planned for the ship is to be Titanic;
in the hope of great revenue and fame.
Starward