The Only Love Poem I Can Write

O Sea,

Our summer fling was much to brief

And spring is months away, O Sea,

O Pacific, O Mother of Fishes

The morning sun

Paints gold on your leg

O Sea

At night the city

Lights are your jewels

On the train

I pass by you

Lean my head against

The window, close my eyes

Hold my breath, O Sea

In my mind

I'm a mermaid in your cold embrace

(O Pacific, O Mother of Fishes)

Free and sleek I swim

Further into your deep,

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