Old Soul

woeful calls of the sirenbroke the silencegone were the sightseers,tourists and their trashold were her branchesmermen wore envylike a blanket of giant kelpfor the old soul that stillheld the stunning spoton the floor to their worldyearning to float in the sunon her long-aged armswhile golden scales twinkledas a beacon for their kinsmenthey would call for […]

Nocturnal Submission

Watching from an elevated expanse with my painted face, hair catching final sunbeamsWistful my disposition as muscular mermen blow their horns skillfully calling out to duskColors of cerulean, olive and violet shine as their fierce torsos illume within God’s lightMoments linger as I hungrily wait to cast off the fabric which lay weight upon this […]