Sea Witch

Seaweed hair, nacreous crown of sea urchin needles –
a mermaid came to my cave, I stole her starling voice
now her soprano soaks my skin in youth, her vibratto
my perfumery, I suck that music dry as mackerel bones,
for I live off notes and rhythm, my voluptuous hips
are perfect for drowning men in my curves, shipwreck
siren I, fishnet trap for those full of wish-longing.

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