no separation

 

my love swims

as a mermaid might

if she had two legs

and a divine fulcrum

my love wears

leopardskin drawers

beyond the imagination

of mermaids

beyond their salty physique

mermaids it is said

drove sailors mad

with unsatisfied desire

what a puritan conceit

all that promise

and no fulfilment

my love worries

her body is my only desire

does she momentarily

envy all mermaids

when she feels one hand

on her lovely bosom

one hand on her lovely quim

does she think to herself

as she waits for 

that shock-wave to come

is it just me 

or is it just him?

 

 

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Jeff Cloves
Illustration: Claire Palmer


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