December's diaphanous slaughter

January's delphinium daughter
In this gypsy garden w/ dazzling
Petal'd wings & an affinity for music.
An original aerial moonflower:
Resembling the haze of Aegean chrysoprase:
See it thickening along that lovesick watchtower:
The one w/ lavish, coral veins
That hang like bleeding cranes, over the
Majestic bank preserving Sappho's last hour.
Here I spent thousands of days,
Adrift in the mystique of a circadian swordplay:
In this high bungalow, kissing stars
& getting lost in the reflections in the reservoir
As it ripples & distorts the sirenian love-songs
That sing wordlessly behind my muffled breast.
I worshipped the ambient sound
Of waves crashing up against the weather-bound
Island: & the resonance that seemed to overpower.
One wintry morning the leaves whispered low
& for the first time I felt I wasn't a part of this
Art noveau painting; I had faded from it.
I elected to fly down into the flooded cascade
& trade my lotus wings to any mermaid
Who might share the longing to exchange perspective.
There was sugar in the summer draft
Lifting up my skirt against the rockshaft
As I climbed onto its rough bed, a shameless girl:
Legs spread upon the rock, frantically panting.
As the next surf swelled upon my body, I became
As soaking wet as the sea, enchanting the play
Of some water nymph or master of this realm.
F/ my salty lips to my capricious toes, unconcerned
What I exposed: the angle of me: directly begging.
O behold the bedlam of the oceanic boys,
The gods who make that moaning noise creep up
Into my lungs: such a gift: audio-sex-transfusion...
Drizzles of the rain teased dim
& penetrating trusts of the sea slid in:
Magic, no less, as I came to realization
Along the mouth of a regal hue.
I looked down at my shaking legs, only to find
A tail instead: & a peculiar smile as I jumped into
The future.