it was getting dark
and you were telling the group
about how the little mermaid
gave up not only her voice
for a chance at love with the prince
but that every new step she'd take
would feel like ten
thousand knives stabbing her
and still she did it
to attend the ball or dance or dinner
and when the prince chose another
the little mermaid threw herself into the sea
and did not become the ocean foam like her mermaid kind
but went up to heaven
in that alien body
you told the story
like dying as the foam of the sea
meant something to you
and i wanted to kiss you
without the others
listening
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I love it as always my friend
ReplyDeletevery cool. it makes me feel like i'm at a small, intimate camp fire with a close group of friends where the lingering sexual tension of adolescence tugs and pulls on everything and everyone, really capturing the energy of youth and summer.
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