One moonlit night
From lofty mountain
Silvery heights
A mystic maid
On a mossy bank
Leaned forward slowly
Staring solemnly at a moonlit pool below.
Innocent she was
As reflected there
Her amber eyes ablaze
And ebony hair
Danced in the wind
Which at that very midnight moment
Did suddenly gust
And like a kite
Her gold trimmed robe
Was suddenly aloft.
And high above the mountain ridge
She sailed until her village now
Did disappear behind a bouncing cloud
Then through the cooling mists
She was gently held, then dropped
Until at last
Came into view
A rocky ledge
Caressed by a warm, green sea
Was now to be
The edge of her new domain
Now that the mercurial wind
Had she set free.

And there she sat
A bit forlorn
For beneath the silken robe she’d worn
She looked slowly down, turned slightly pale
For transformed now her feet
Were instead a shining, sparkling tail
And near at hand
Her exquisite waist
A ruby studded trident lay.
Then suddenly she woke
As from a dream
A then a power within
Took shape and form
And with the trident aloft
She unclasped her robe
And to the outstretched sea
She did disrobe
And loosed her breasts till they hung free
Then and commanded sliding slowly uncoiling
Her glittering tail
Toward the sea
She plunged inside.

All at once the sea life there did
Open wide the frothy waves
And now their amber eyed queen they as one
Did herald
And then her uncoiling, wet and ebony black hair
Her body arching
Slender, sleek and firm
And with her fishy train, now warm and winding
She beheld them all with flirtatious gaze
And teasing smile
But seeing her throne awaiting
Her dancing, waving seaweed bed,
She rested not,
For on a whim
With her jewel encrusted belly shining
Her lustrous, arching tail beckoning
Sensual and slithering
Demanding to be preened and pampered
Kissed, adored
Adorned
Ogled and worshipped
By all her slaves and subjects
Now bound to her by deep desire
In her wild and crazy
Never scary
Dark and wavy
Queendom of the deep.

– Xavier

A very dear friend and a fellow blogger wrote this in response to my poem The Call of The Sea. He once asked me, “What would happen if the hands pulled me into the ocean instead?” And gifted me this beautiful poem. And I say, no Handmade Gift, can ever take place of this beautiful gestures, cause poems are Heartmade. I don’t have to tell you guys how awesome he is or how beautifully he writes, cause this poem speaks for itself.

Thank you so much Xavier. This means a lot to me! Love you loads and loads.

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