Her cheeks awash with crimson
blush, green eyes gambol
in sunset glow. Betwixt wet lips,
a Mermaid’s kiss; her breathy,
soothing ebb and flow.
Blood orange tears
smear her eyes, emerald gems lap
untouched shores. Her song, the glide
and swoop of gulls, her laughter
the gentle sway of oars.
She smells of seduction and
secret spice, from ports steeped
in mystery. She holds me close,
a salty lover’s embrace,
as dusk dances over the sea.
I won’t survive this dark night’s lunar sea.
Waves crash against the fortress of my mind.
An endless ebb and flow of misery
Has seeped into the Labyrinth I designed.
No atlas, compass, sextant can give aid
In evil vaults where stars are scared to shine.
My tears and screams, once birthed, so quickly fade—
To drown with hope beyond the high-tide line.
I’ve raced before a tempest wind so long,
My hull is breached beyond my skill to caulk.
No dawn for me, I chase a siren’s song
To straits so dire that all but monsters balk.
On feathered wings of wax at last I see—
There is no abyss but the one in me.