an evening facing the tangerine seafloor
where mermaids mate and breed some more
each child looks like a cypress tree, hanging
on the peak of twists, crafts wider than brains
but some forget their belly buttons’ bow
and underwater a search arises, sea-babies go
couples who watch from their hotel room
when he asks why you cry, say you’re amused
she is lavender, she remembers the month
spent scavenging for her own swimming dove
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
an evening facing the tangerine seafloor
where mermaids mate and breed some more
each child looks like a cypress tree, hanging
on the peak of twists, crafts wider than brains
but some forget their belly buttons’ bow
and underwater a search arises, sea-babies go
couples who watch from their hotel room
when he asks why you cry, say you’re amused
she is lavender, she remembers the month
spent scavenging for her own swimming dove
