Dancing with the mermaid upon the sandy shore.
She flicked and tripped her feet away.
Played the scales upon her tail.
With a teaspoon.
Perfectly in perfect time.
Her ******* be bare.
Save for concealment by her neatly placed golden hair.
Of which not a strand fell out of place.
Curling as if medusas' snakes.
He surveyed her.
Closer than he should have done.
A pillar of stone crumbled into pebbles on a sunlit shore.
The mermaid with the fateful allure.
His wife walked the children on the beach.
Skimming flat stones into the foamy brine.
He once was her true love.
Now he is mine.

Wondered what became of her lover.
The one who sold his soul to the striking sea.
(c)Livvi