In The Shape Of A Key

'I see a desert island in the shape of a key And a small boat with a leaking hull adrift It anchored inshore; it became, liken a door.' This island, for now, is a perfect, fitting key Where two, are flung, together to explore— One washed ashore, has survived by thrift, The other - alone mermaid from the seafloor Has arrived out of curiosity? Moving wormy - Slivering to meet this seafarer, whose, gaunt eyes Fill up with, surprise, swollen with adoration She points to the scuppered boat, get in and capsize We'll drown together in total loving saturation. Then the small boat with keel shattered drifted It sunk where it stood - pivoted on top of a wave Just as the seafarer flapped his arms and jiggled Both heels joined, kicked to the reef into a concave. Waves above were heard hissing like a banshee 'Ah, we see a desert island in the shape of a key And a small boat with a leaking hull adrift It anchors offshore; it becomes, likens a door. To this island, for now, is a perfect, fitting key.'