Le Moqueur

Those secret seafoam places that drip and

part in lovers' waves,

that's where she broke the bones.

The pelicans dance in midnight oils

to kiss the burn away,

And swells roll in their shade.

Hidden in-between cracks where tongue

meets haunted oblivion,

her spell is burnt in another's lips.

And when Poseidon calls to him that

nymph of gilded steel,

she melts away in clouds of cosmic

Slips and shards of coloured silk.

She is mine,

And in her there is a destiny encased

In eternal cloud and flame. It glints

heavy against the pane

Of tiny glass that holds us close together.

Et ainsi, le moqueur chante.