Saturday, March 30, 2013


I wish to kiss,
The water’s sweet surface,
His lips intertwined with mine,
In an embrace matched in dreams.

His lips have kissed many before mine,
His are my first.
Their bodies lay in the water’s depths,
Staring up at me.

Sweet suicide sings to me her lullaby,
As I sink deeper into the water’s arms,
His limbs caress my warm skin,
Like loveless lovers between sheets.

A sailor might see me,
A fisherman might try to save me,
But I am no mermaid, no pride of the ocean,
But a girl slowly sinking in tears. 

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