An Evening Mermaid

I remember that evening still,
when a moment of night stars stopped time,
when music filled the air
and a mermaid shadowed the cabin door.


How the room became a tandem sigh,
Breathiness and deep whispers
to the steady rhythm of pure passion,
until the faint streak of morning sun approached
and suddenly gone.


An evening to remember
I sit quietly beside myself
asking in a muted voice,
will the night return in ever such a way?
I remember that evening still.

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