Always before him,
ever in his thoughts,
always in pretense
he imagines
you are calling
like a mermaid
from the deep,
and he the sailor
in a craft
being drawn
by your song,
to the watery grave
below and beyond.
He always hopeful,
ever dreaming,
you wake up at night
swim in your dreams,
to enter his craft and bed
and make love,
but upon awakening
to morning's song,
he finds
it's all in
his saddened head.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Always before him,
ever in his thoughts,
always in pretense
he imagines
you are calling
like a mermaid
from the deep,
and he the sailor
in a craft
being drawn
by your song,
to the watery grave
below and beyond.
He always hopeful,
ever dreaming,
you wake up at night
swim in your dreams,
to enter his craft and bed
and make love,
but upon awakening
to morning's song,
he finds
it's all in
his saddened head.
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