A Girl in Heels and Scars

A girl in heels
And scars
Sees not the stars
Above, but feels
The rhythmic motion
Of a rising ocean
Coming to the boil.

Soon the bob, throb
Of the ship will cease.
Bringing peace
From her toil.

But there must be
Another captain of the sea
To receive the charms
Of heels and scars
Until his ship lies becalmed
In arms
Struggling to see
The stars