I was a mermaid, once
riding the currents
into the whirling foams
erupting around the shell of Venus.
Her seaweed hair
would entangle my fins
and those of my sisters;
a dance of oasis floods
gathering in the night.
Tag: Venus
A painting of Venus
Opening up like a cracked
walnut shell
yearning to peek at the world,
you see a flash of blue satin
dance across the sky.
Tides rise high
and crash
with soft flecks
against your cheek,
staining your skin
with rainbows.
Under your feet
the earth shifts
to accommodate your scent.
It has known you
always,
but now
you have changed.
It must know you again.
Treeshallow Musings 