The Glittering Grottos

Frosted lips swim
Through the glittering
Grottos of my dreams
While pale fingers beckon
From under the violet waves.
A siren

Coos, its voice
A caramel ooze
Down my throat. Overhead

A pair of lashes
Flutter. They wink
And vanish. My head spins
As does the sea, down

Down in a spiral skirt
Of froth and salt. Laughter
Rings short and frigid
Before I fall
Into the dark embrace
Of a single, sapphire eye.


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