When suddenly there’s no Sun
And your eyes disappear like the Cheshire cat
I feel like a mermaid –
And no, not the one everyone knows about.
This mermaid remembers the embrace of men
As clearly as the snow on the Kilimanjaro some bearded man
Wrote about sometime before I knew your eyes.
And why a mermaid would write poems
Is as rhetorical as why the Cheshire cat
Would play chess with Hemingway!