The Perfect Depth Of The Mermaids - Nahemah

Slowly and tiny do you slide

And slip yourself from your necklace

Of entwined seaweeds

And you wriggle behind the stairs

Of this stony trampoline

And firmly you perch your legs

On those sharp razors

That shave Neptune’s frothy

And curly beard

Breeze drunks you riding this

Oceanic horse over the dissolved

Hills of salt

And from the electric jelly of «Medusae»

You feed our finnings

Turning on cold and shining scales

Of silvered blue

Which smilingly they immerse us

More and more

In the perfect depth of the mermaids