The Semen's Nest

You are borrowed

the strict moment

where you fall into sand

and your feet do not know

the feeling underneath it

the fear that you will sink

your eyes rapidly blinking

to find the man of land

to shape you into
a modern castle
and make part of you
a mer maid
to serve the kings bed
bring shame to your flesh
and bring you his heart
but you are a fisher man's bride
the waves are the bridge
from land to the sea
but seafarers save
sea fearers from
the bridges gaps
avoiding the nameless child
from your laps