MEETINGS WITH A MERMAID

MEETINGS WITH A MERMAID
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The ocean water speaks her name, Nereid;

For of the ocean element she is,

A creature subject to the power of tide,

Her spirit knowing both its ebbs and flows,

Familiar with storms, and with the calm

Of moonlit nights when all is peace; and yet

That ocean is not tamed-- for leaping foam

And currents crossed may mean a deadly plight.

And as the ocean reconciles its two

Main urges in a balanced whole, so does

Nereid combine within herself the now

And what may be: her temper has such poise.

Impetuous Nereid, Nereid serene,

My impatient Nereid, Nereid my Queen.

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Upon a beach in Maine I met Nereid,

A maiden of the sea, delicious, pure;

And taking hands we grappled and we played,

First gently, then ferociously-- the shore

Became a golden bed to us, where high

With passion, senses ran amok; the sun

Began to ripple, heaven sang, the sigh

Of waves lay quelled-- we melded into one,

Explored a galaxy of love, where 'me'

And 'her' denoted nought, so glorious

Our union became. At last the 'she'

Emerged, distinct, apart; her mermaid tress

Now changed to short mussed hair so kissable,

Its gorgeous feather bangs adorable.

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Stanley

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