Nymph

The strands of your hair
are like reeds underwater,
drifting upon the shelf
of your shoulders.

Your frame resembles
driftwood, limbs liquifying
into currents with resigned
and fluid movements,

your hips suggestive
of equal parts seduction
and indifference,
much like the yank
and dismissal of waves
sideswiping onto sand.

When you speak
the slope of your neck
trembles with the vigor
of effervescence—
it releases and lifts
your voice, propelling
your words forth
with the finesse
of diving dolphins.

In your wake
I'm tumbling through
the depths of your
dimensions, like a mermaid
who's been given legs
and cannot hold her breath.

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