Salty is the taste of her lips.
Her blond hair tangled by the wind.
Brown the color of her sun-baked skin
And smooth is the shape of her hips.

Long and shapely are her naked legs.
Her breasts full, round, and firm--
Her body would make any man squirm
And bend on his knees as he begs.

Golden stars glimmer in her hair
And sapphires glow through her eyes.
She is perfection; and yet she cries
For the ocean that rejected her care.

Gone are the lovely emerald fins.
And missing is her majestic tail.
All of her scales are gone as well,
As are her sparkling contagious grins.

A mermaid purged from the sea
Becomes a woman in all of her ways.
She lives now as death counts the days
Wondering just where she should be.

Her cries are like the ocean's spray
Leaving a rainbow of prism drops
On cratered cliffs and their stony tops
Spotted in her tears silently to say...

Come now, my beloved, to find me.
Come make me forever thine own.
Teach me how to live before I'm gone.
Hear me as I'm wasting, never more to be.

She laid upon the desolate sand
and took her last breath and sighed
Her beloved came not as she sadly died
Proffering her pale,  
Empty,  
Opened hand...