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.