Saturnian Curse


Climbs roiling breakers breathing years
or fly by dark his strong black line:
the tilted sea of Melusine’s tears.

Drawn from between her breasts
dripping kelp keys. The wind whips cerements
of mermaid hair binding night’s oily rocks.
What will you do now you are free?

Answers staggering beneath loved life
from island castle and back again. Always
to be part of a body: a half. A Heart.