An Ebb Tide Mermaid

What rose through Sea Foam on the Ebb Tide’s sigh?

A Mermaid glazed in Bordeaux dusk and brine,

Whose Tangles clung like kelp to moon-wet thighs

While her Cayenne heat ran restless over mine.

Her White Wings opened slowly in salt wind,

Windrush along my bare and shivering skin;

She breathed a fractured Summer Song within

The hollow where the tide once entered in.

Desdemona-dark beneath the drowning blue,

Yet Quicksilver wherever moonlight strayed,

She kissed with No Surrender—one breath becoming two;

No Peace remained, all my senses—betrayed.

Queen of Hearts tides pulled hard beneath delight;

Restless, I burned beside her through the night.