Mermaids

How different is the woman

who smells like fresh lime,

looks

like bright sunlight in inclement days, from

the one who sets your

imaginations on fire with her

maddening eyes and

debian red lips~

How wonderful are those muses

who lead you into libraries

sneaking a kiss

and

those whose

scent you follow

through shoddily lit coves 

shedding layer

upon layer

of sanity~

How grandeur

is the journey of love

that these mermaids

take me through,

and 

the suffering

veiled in

beautiful promises.

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