Water Love

Maery Rose
(A poet, I am not. But a woman who likes to play with words, that I am.)

I feel
the mermaid in me
reaching for
liquid mystery
When clear, 
It reveals
         tree stump
                   minnow feed
                       rocky lumps
                             wavy weeds
When black
It reveals
nothing
When reflective
It reveals
too much
Sometimes smooth
Like a hospital sheet
You hate to disturb it
Hand 
under surface
distorted
wavery
Wait a bit
It’s magic!
See fingers 
become dried fruit!
Sometimes
water is wild
whisked into foam
Or whipped into meringue
The sharp points
banging and bruising
And thrilling
Refreshing
Like ice on a bruise
Or hitting your bones
like tin foil
on a tooth
Water song
Splash
tap, tap
shoosh
A paddle slices it
Like a key lime pie  
And it runs
It sighs
It becomes an IV drip 
Giving a mermaid
A sip
And she wishes
She could quit
But she loves
This shit
So she takes
Another dip
In liquid mystery

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