For Merry, though not about her.
Veins crisscross your skin like winding roads cover maps,
The AA Ordinance Survey map of you.
I can almost see the contour lines that denote your body’s hills and valleys,
As I kiss you
Stretch marks cover your breasts and belly like river lines.
I am glad you cannot see inside my head.
You would not appreciate the cartographical beauty I can see in your body.
She had not been a mermaid long, and as such had not yet outgrown the simple joy of movement through water, the delight found in the path of bubbles.
She could spend hours just gliding and gazing at the trails and patterns she could create with her body.
She didn’t notice, much less care about the disdain that the others showed her. Because they disregarded her as simple not a one of them noticed the beatific look on the new one’s face.
She seemed only to want to sway and swoop and swoon, treating the temperate waters like the touch like a long lost lover’s embrace.
And perhaps gratified by the new one’s state of utter bliss her new-found old lover caressed her gently. Arms stretched out in loving greeting with tail swirling and sweeping behind her, she showed her grateful adoration.