Zywa
Hurling waves
My darling is a mermaid
drifting ashore with the tide
from the hurling waves
in which she braces herself
I let her lie down quietly
until she extends her arms
and forces her hands
to work precisely
as long as the light burns, setting
out signs, water hours, moon phases
and weather forecasts
a map
of her love
I count the series
draw links with a ruler
determine her position
on the ticking coordinates
of the greedy time
Mistakes are not allowed
in the danger zone
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