I understand the mermaid
that has been laid
in the minds of
dirty drifting sailors
on high seas where
the only romance is
fantasy or stark reality
Storms both of wind and man
lashing the ever present sin
with deep blows of purtitan lust
grown in a tub by devil rains
the allowed no man to love a man
I marvel at her endurance
her life in a misty myth
where living on land
is never a mermaid's wish
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