I have been craving a swim this week. I remembered writing this, and swimming underwater, hoping to encounter a mermaid.
Such a gaze as this never is or was or will be seen again.
Your countenance twisted heavenward,
drawing your intended to salty skin.
All else withers in the glow of your supple litheness.
Crimson coral falls from you,
Brushing tide-plaited pearls.
Who could resist that shocking,
Sinuous entrapment so soft- yet unyielding.
Utterly relaxed bewitching beauty.
Pressed-contoured to take away all chill
To lure a willing victim.
© Tom Tide 2016