poems and lyrics

Your Pirate Life.
Written by J. Bukowski

What makes a man do the things,
he perceives a woman to see,
as the map
to her buried heart

Has he seen that treasure inside?
Does he know it’s buried alive?
Would he search again for years
to ignite its fire, that fire?
Knowing when that ember ignites
He’d be right there by its side
sailing the seas late at night
guided by its desire, desire.
I would sail the world again
Simply for the touch of your skin
Buried treasure in the sea
Your pirate life for me.
What makes a woman decide
to be stranded by the tide
never again to believe
in a man such as me
Does she know I’m fighting off the current
breaking waves against these bones?
searching oceans for her ember
While her compass points me home?
Does she know her treasure’s alive
it’s just buried inside
wanting nothing more for years
to ignite its fire, that fire.
Knowing when her ember ignites
She’d be free to join my side
sailing seas late at night
guided by desire, desire.
What will it feel like inside?
Will it burn into the night?
Will it keep you alive,
and set you on fire, that fire?
I would sail the world again
For the touch of your skin
That buried treasure in the sea
Your pirate life for me.