Mermaid
Her curly face, tremble,
She settles on the sky.
Caress, the hands through her hair.
Her long stand of promenade colours
Catch on the deep-blue hallows.
Her mouth, shape of lips
Lubricated kiss, wets.
Red skin shoulders by the sun,
of fire passion, moves
The eyes swapping views
Ancient disbelieves,
Talks of reef sing.
Tales of sailors' dreams.
poem by Luca Menin
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