We sailed in a fishing boat

between these two shores

the Island of Lovers

and the Island of Whores

You at the helm getting

Soaked to the skin

taking me to places

I’d never been

Where are you tonight?

In the clouds or on the sea?

I’m thinking of you now

Do you ever think of me?

In different locations

taken by surprise

I woke up one morning

and looked in your eyes

What were you thinking?

I never knew

You were the captain

I was the crew

Where are you tonight?

In the clouds or on the sea?

I’m thinking of you now

Do you ever think of me?

Catching my stare

I wonder what you saw?

A not-quite-unrequited lover

or just another whore?

Safe in our life-jackets

salvaged from the sea

Now I’m drowning

Won’t you rescue me?

Where are you tonight?

In the clouds or on the sea?

I’m thinking of you now

Do you ever think of me?

2000. I was with a friend on a boat off the coast of Estonia and we sailed between two islands which, I was told, were known as the Island of Lovers and the Island of Whores. Metaphors were piling up … I felt I had something of an affinity with both of them.