The Ocean’s Tides are Palindromes

by Occult Fan

my little mermaid

she surfaces to sing to me

oh sweet lion king

you belong with your queen

I beg you, my darling

not to touch me

it is the only thing we need

and it will break you utterly

and completely

run, boy, run back

to your fields, tend your flock

my king of beasts

I your beauty

and your whore

succor at the sweet nectar

of our effervescent milk from stars above

lonely and the flood gate fate

sweet upon the hearth of death’s embrace

I grin gently now

finally the tears

are less numerous now by the ocean’s tide

as she takes me

as she takes me

as she takes me


oh yes oh yes

I am