The Yacht

Like a yacht, tacking before a stiff breeze,
Your seemingly innocuous questions
Soaked in sweet flattery
Carved a passage through my defences.
The waves churned and turned choppy,
But you grasped the wheel firmly.
I blustered and blew,
But your sails were so thin to to the wind
They slipped effortlessly through.

Spent, I watched you chart a course
O’er the dancing sparkles,
Erect now, growing smaller,
As your triangular tail grew larger,
Until you were lost
O’er that faint line
At the edge of the ocean.