Lost love

It is the dry-boned shape
wrapped in a cape of waves,
her eye-less stare, her arms,
the sea weed snakes
that bare
without a voice
love's sin.

Adrift again
her beast-like grin, she gloats
her blackened time-marked teeth
kindled from firewinds,
beneath, around,
her sea dishevelled
mermaid hair
abounds,
afloat.

Rejoicing now
her pallid urchin grief
long drowned,
her breastbone warped
unreal, now sparked
by moonlight, moved
to soothing tunes
of whirlpools'
driven prayerwheels
spinning the small sea hours
deep into dark-skinned vales.

Out from the depth
she rises, sudden, blue,,
high walled abysses
spitting out her form.
Shaking and dancing
in the glowing foam
a has-been Aphrodite
woken
by sorcerer's trance
to glide again
deep down
from silent torrents.

Where did she lose
and when
her emerald,
enamelled eyes,
her pearls of laughter
and her sun-laced cheeks,
the sweetest image
of a human face?