First the darkness grows
from a dark blue
bruise of sky,
until almost tangible.
Then, through a malicious
whisper of rain,
a siren flickers .
You become a mermaid.
Your body brown,
such white teeth.
Beneath the blanket waves,
you shake seaweed
from your hair,
glide your hand over water,
as I gather Nero`s rags
watch his life spin
like a sliver of coin.
And even though
your name is a ghost,
somewhere in the dawn
and this constant distance
I still think of you.
