Mermaid Verse

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

To Mess With Winter (12-1-2012) by Megan Seaman

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“Lips covered

with sticky balm

So I’ll kiss you

with my nose and my cheek

Fingers separated by sheeps’ clothes

So I’ll touch you with boxing gloves,

No man to know the feel the forfeit and weak

Arms and chest hidden behind synthetic puffs

Made by faces of bombastic northerner race

So I’ll burrow into you with royal crown,

rest my tumid belly down,

While swollen wings bring you in my space

And the texture covered my lover’s legs

Like burlap or canvas or gunny sacks

So I’ll wrap the limbs that held me up

around his roots, my source, our backs

But even as the vines that crept through toes

They could not penetrate

So I’ll hold down the foot that would move so swift

Without question or motion to hesitate

and I should have known better

than to mess with winter

trying to bring the dead back to life.

Gone

Ill-advised

Beyond

Unwise.

Our souls to be the sacrifice.” – Megan Marie Seaman

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Author: meganseaman

trying to remember what I was looking for...

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