28 November 2012
With cool blue eyes, And hair like vines, And veins of green, Her arm entwines, She sits so still, Quite statuesque, And in the breeze, Hairs arabesque.
Her lips a bow, Her neck a line, Her stomach bare, Her song divine, Her flesh exposed, Into a tail, She watches as, The ships set sail.
Her mer-tail moves, Her hair moves too, The shudder moves, And follows through, She moves across, The sudden rock, And slips under, The icy shock.
She glides so deep, A part of sea, And this is how, The Mer will be.
Mer Life. • Opuss № I