Mermaid Verse

music flows from lips and as words meet sound bound and found me, your eyes wide open, soul sprightly greeting thee….

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Flesh (7-3-12) by Megan Seaman

then the sun came

Buried under fleshy layers

Thick with fatty lies

The light burned bright

And blazed building flames

That scorched and sizzled the lipids

Of doubt and fear

You met me here

In the sweltering muck

With your cool smile, washed

The ash away

Sea blue eyes released storm

On these shores

Thunder and light

Wind and rain

Washed over us again

And we were clean

In the calming dawn

Yummy yellow sun

Rise with sweet pink clouds

We rested our heads

And realized the fire

Held strong and burned

Even brighter inside.” – Megan Marie Seaman


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seductive sea (6-19-12) by Megan Seaman

“He clasped my hands with his

And laid me down

Warm bare skin pressed together

And I felt him strong solid hot

And I felt me open fluid boiling

He moved up my leg

Diligently tracing the path

To that surging sea inside of me

Without hesitation and dove right in

Moving back and forth

Under and out

Waves raged and crashed

Discerning the map of ocean floor

He sent out his men in search of the pearl

And planted golden grace

Silky white lace covered

Our flesh in the aftermath.” – Megan Marie Seaman

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In the Alley Outside the Vic (June 2012) by Megan Seaman

“We waited outside in the dirty streetlight

Down the lit alley we saw you

Emerged alright and alert

Moved by the music, the notes

Carried you sweetly

While chattering children converged

Brick by brick building the wall

That separated star from flesh

And I guess that’s why it was hard to see me

Through gathering fools

Foolish flirty kids and all of their tools, their tricks…” – Megan Marie Seaman

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Untitled 337 (5-30-2012) by Megan Seaman

“Fleshy thoughts

Sweat and sex

Mounds of skin

Thin from moments

Upon moments of

Thrush and thrash

Trashing our hearts

Smashing the parts

Hidden and forbidden

To be seen

To be heard


Beats, beats, beats

Of fists in rhythm

Sounds like hearts

Thumping pumping


For true love

Sent from above

I touch my face

Feel the little land mines

Signaling an explosion

Any fucking minute.” – Megan Marie Seaman