Unfaithful
From his pocket
stardust fell
on the beach she knew so well,
In his eyes the moon
still shone,
where had he been?
and not alone.........
on his skin an aura
glowing...
something secret
overflowing
phosphorescense
from the sea....
scales of silver...
one two three.........
clutched there in his
dying hand.......
the mermaid left him
on dry land.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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