Suset for a Nymph
From the deep
The lady rose,
Her hair a tangled web
Like lies that lie
Deep in hearts.
Her face, a shell
That shuts and opens;
She breathes again
With a million barnacles-
Like a million shells.
When she saw the sunset,
Her spooked heart sprayed ink
And she sighed, sank,
Sweetly whispering in waves,
Why the inky, heartless sunset
Stole her breath,
flung open her shell
and almost have her human heat...
