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Helen

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Those thousand ships
you launched
still haunt this pier
where old men sip beer
from plastic cups,
wishing their pants
remembered yesteryear,
and I just watch the gulls
crash into the pilings.

You were no mermaid,
no Circe of my seven seas.
You just loved
the art of drowning -
watching strong men
go down for you,
your charms
a tempest in my bed.

Steal me, then -
this stench of bait
and phosporus that stiffens waves
and makes me
walk on water.
For your face
has become a vanishing act
and I need to remember
what keeps breathing
in these nets of yours.
...
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Loza-Muse's avatar
oh this is great,, I love the third stanza, its really short and great piece :)