the lady curves her back
hair wet
resting one hand against a rock
as if to hold herself upright
as if unused to gravity
and her legs
fold gently beneath her
glimmering
in moonlight
as if scales covered her thighs
as if the song she hums
can be refused
seaside at midnight (20160803)
Words and Feathers 
Stunning!
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
A siren out of water. Great and unexpected tale. 🐋
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