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A Mermaid saw my fate

like orange peels dropped

in the ocean

slow sinking, colour distorted

scarlett cups of brine



She found my shadow - ripples

mesmerised her azure eye --

-- at the cusp of the instinct

marrying my mind's picture

of beauty to the waves



Perched tip - sily

on a sea - worn wooden dock

with rickets

I peeled slowly and ate

an entire red

net - ful of clementines



and the smooth skin

gaudily descended

flipped

like sycamore

revealing fleshy white;

delicate strings span

in a dreamy fairground

in eternal slow motion



broke the skin of that dark palace

shattered out invisible ink drops,

and orange tear stains

descended there



A sparkling shape appeared

at once a light within the

shadows

catching my butterflies

and drunken with the

giddy dances of instinct

she set the darkness

astir and aflame

with smiles released

as if from cages



Just for that sight I

most likely sit here

and O.D. on Vit. C



All my clementines disappear

she retreats to the depths

almost like a mother with her hoard.

I think how extraordinary,

how amazed by little peels of orange.

I wait for her and see her eyes

as she saw colour which existed

outside of her world.

I wait for her and think:

It is now in her world --

-- she knows it's worth.

I stand up.

And I walk home.