Waking at Colossalcon

 

your neath’sheets legs

slope gentle as a morning

mermaid’s

 --  or are those my gams

wrapped snug in  stiffening

spandex

           tell ariel

     i made these  fins

 myself.           

 

the day awake-breaks

 

a waterfall of perfect

fraughtness

dew-dapples our skin

with promises

of steaming debauchery

held true, kept fast with whip

stitches, straight pearlhead pins

 

dawn at the pleasure palace--

time to dive in.