a day of mermaids

you have this way of saying things sometimes - 
you steal away time’s breath
with the caress of truth in your words

“ the world would be better
if people did 
less. “

your dreams flutter on my mind while i 
glide on the canal, 
adjusting to the other rules
of the kingdom of water,
that imbibes my inner realms with its frequency as soon as we push offshore,

lulled into a state of being
So different to earth’s solid domain,

Here we are foreigners,
Meditative and slow-swaying,
privileged guests only 
to the goodwill of nayads and ondines
whose hair trails under our 
rolling muscles, silent oars

the languid afternoon sprays us with electric clouds of dragonflies,
heron wings bursting over the shimmering mirror
And no humans to be seen.

we came to the great water-snake 
to celebrate
half a year of liquid love,

Bearing the stamp of grace
From a thousand moments of drifting to sleep
with your face in my neck,
Curled up Like lambs in a meadow

Happy as can be.

Photo by @a.pherra 🌷