The Fisherman and the Mermaid

They meet where words are drowned

In wave-crashed pools.

She reaches out to him, silent

While hook-cut hands

Navigate her body, sculpting

An ocean-pulse merger of worlds,

A liminal love, now

Newly moon glazed.

Siren song floods the night

As lips and hands

Weave enchanted bliss. She

Shapes their dance with

Tide-flow rhythms;

A slippery warp and weft

Which he perceives

As heartbeats, echoed.

Thus it is so:

He mistakes passion

For longing, the wind

For her sighs,

Wet kisses for love until

She is called by the stars,

Back into the deep.

Dawn finds him dew-clad,

Dream-haunted by something

Rich and strange, but

The only thing he remembers

Is the taste of salt.