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By scqueen Date: 2002 Apr 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.07.23.57.8602]] |
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The mermaid sits on a spiny oyster cushion; her eyes, sapphire coals. She surfaces only when beckoned by the will of a muscled man, whose heart is crying through the ocean's layers. 'Love me', he wails. 'Please love me.' She sings to him, words he's often heard, 'I'll give you silver strength and leap year hopes, imagination, With pearls of perception, show you the ropes - I'm an oasis of comfort, a pillar of light, I can easily weave a moonstone pyramid with a garnet glimmer; mixed metal, I will shimmer like organdy pouring from a sunshine pitcher with no splash guard... But love you? I will leave you, in whitewashed shade with serenely scalloped thoughts blowing through the shifting sands; You will feel as if you've had dreams of warmer days, stargazing through a sunray of haze.' Breathe. |