About human love
she knew nothing.

I’ll show you he promised.
But first you need legs.

And he held up
a knife

with the sharpest of tips
to the ripeness of her emerald tail.

She danced an
involuntary dance, captive
twitching with fear.

he slit

down the muscular length
exposing the bone in its red canal.

She played dead on the rock

dead by the blue lagoon
dead to the ends of her divided tail.

He fell on her,
sunk himself deep
into the apex.

Then he fled
on his human legs.

Human love cried the sea
the sea in her head.

~Moniza alvi~


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