Your Selkie

By Theo Crump


you have gotten just close enough 

             to smell the perfume she lightly puts on every morning, 




            her beauty is reflected in the deep water 

            the sun bounces off her skin 


if only, 

            to feel the genuine touch of another


if only, 

            to be The Fool 

                            innocent again, 


if only you could 

             find reverie in life 

             from falling apart 

                           with her blessing 


but at night she sheds her skin, 

             leaving you the broken heathen. 








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