The Seal

The Seal. It is a long time go in a bay somewhere on the Algarve The road to get there was narrows and dusty and I got annoyed with my girlfriend at the time to drag me away from safety of my house and the communal swimming pool. It was a secluded beach were women could swim without the great hindrance of a bra and to think she had dragged me here to get her tits sunburned she could have done that in my back yard. I went for a swim the water enveloped me like blue silk And I floated with the lightness of a sea lion it was then I saw here, just her head, a mermaid and her head was bobbing gently up and down and she was the sea the home of all beginnings.... So they did exist and not an illusion, a tale told by lonely sailors; and how typical that wondrous women, are seen by those who long for female company, but a voice from the shore called me, the one who was tanning her tits, was getting restless wanted something to eat, fried chicken salad and a half bottle of chilled white wine.