I went to the Caribbean and fell for a sea mermaid.
Her skin was clear and smooth like pearls.
It was not her light that drew me,
but the darkness that I dwell.
I hate the term “love”, because it means that it was the dark place that I fell.
And from me that I leaked like a well.
I tried to climb out,
but the stone bruised my leg,
and the wound has started to swell escape was not so easy,
’cause I easily fell.
Over and over it continued.
It hurt because I didn’t want the rose.
But my wind dwell for it,
yearned for it.