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Her briny tears leave crystalline trails
streaking her cheeks
that she gently brushes from rosy flesh
dropping within the ocean
mingling with the sandy bottom and hidden relics
Under daylight and midnight
the weight of the swelling tide’s push and pull
the sharp fragments of glass tumble and soften
gradually making their way to sun washed shores
Mermaid’s tears
a misread fortune
bearing souls in multihued debris
pocketed and jarred as a stroke of great luck
The legends make her a chilling siren
a warning of peril and choking ends
Her sex woos a hypnotic flirtatious trance
that begs for men to dive to her open arms
an embrace that drowns them
in a desire they wouldn’t succumb to if in right minds
Her sex vilified as a weapon
her nature dragged through the muck
pushing her to limits
questioning if she may be the insane
for wanting to hurl such a tool to a remote island
no longer burdening her
with such a profound stigma
She knows no such legend
to reside within or beyond the curves
that replicate the shapely bottles
that carry impassioned tales of love to Poseidon’s post
She’s merely a girl
she sees nothing more than a girl
trying to make sense of a heart
that floods with pains born of a love
that still rests deep within another
She invents new hurt to punish herself
for loving one so uncommonly desirable
because how can a fish love a bird
she the daughter of salt water
and her other
the descendant of sea air
All she dreams of is a kiss on the shoreline
being held close
pinned down
her hair tattooing wavy seaweed impressions in the sand
her iridescent scales pressing golden flecks into flesh
like the mica that glitters within the soil
below wings that ignore the gravitational pull
making their own laws
ascending to anxiety inducing heights
that steal one’s breath with dreams come alive
Her reveries bloom into smiles and laughter
that slowly wilt into inaudible sobs
consumed by the rushing waves
thrashing her about with a rough touch
plunging her to swallowing depths
haunted with an ethereal fluorescence
Her lungs impervious to the water’s hostile takeover
she calms the internal struggle
releasing
liberating
her Piscean form breaking the surf
chasing the horizon
sea and sky marrying
she seeking the happy median
so a fish can make a home with a bird
Her other spent most of life disguising wings
seeking out mariner’s tales that tell of a lovers kind
building trust with the vast oceans
spilling their secrets
Her other’s soul feels her out
wings repeatedly descending
toes splaying in the sand
pink, white, black sandy beaches
waiting for her to surface
Picking up shells along the way
holding them to each ear
hoping to hear the whispers directing to her whereabouts
Palms coveting shards of sea glass
fingers tracing smooth edges
holding them to the sun
watching colors burst with new dimensions
flinging to flat water
watching them skim and skip
disturbing the tranquility
Her others eyes open to the horizon
sky and sea fusing
a harmony where sun and moon
rise and set
unmarred by mans fear-stricken touch
where bird will love fish
defined in organic terms
written on their hearts
set in motion
their own terms
their own terms
E.A. O'Connell
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