Two poems I wrote like 5ever ago lol

These two are the very last poems I wrote before I went into my indefinite writers' block. When I get settled back home, I hope it goes away! Anyway, enjoy! These also appear elsewhere under my name, so if you steal them, I got timestamp receipts LOL 

 Siren in the Bath

Soft archipelagos of blue
blouses, denim and black towels.
The white quartz-like skim of
diamond powder and suds.
Shampoo and soprano
hanging around her like steam. 
A helmsman’s deep sea laugh; an
anchor tattoo on his chest—
bare, gleaming backs. The
red shoals of saltwater tongues
                                gasping for air.

If the Moon

    It’s late—the bright blue-white
laugh of a cutlass smile floats
        like jetsam overhead.

Mother said that the night and
the sea would cocoon me like this:   
more blue if I played sailor—

more blue than a bump under
a tight muslin cloth, or a wooden
sword sticking out of the sand

after dark.      More blue than she,
who loathed lighthouses and
laveer—my father’s worn fishing

    boat bobbing in the waves...
Her bitter voice still echoes like
        oakum in my ears.