Nava Dolphin Queen
© Surazeus
18 March 1991
The face floats under the surface
of sea waves clear as blue glass.
The faceless man strips naked
and dives off volcanic rocks
and his body transforms to a dolphin,
his outstretched arms the nose,
his thighs the plump blue flesh.
He descends toward the huge face
whose eyes glow like the sun.
The flock of dolphins calls him
and he follows them to a wood ship
gliding over jelly blue waves.
The old man with wrinkled face
and beard white as winter snow
plays a harp and hums under his breath,
having no tragic tales to share
as he plucks at our wounded hearts.
The dolphins leap over his ship
and into the sea, making figure eights,
and grape vines gleam on the mast.
A mermaid with gold silky hair
waves to him and darts in a cave.
He follows her up a large tunnel,
leaping from the bright cave-pool,
and transforms into a man again,
sloughing dolphin-hood off like a coat.
He follows her sweet singing,
a haunting melody without words.
He walks into an immense cavern
full of rainbow-colored jewels
blazing with the fire of thirty suns.
Nestled in high nooks and crannies,
hundreds of goblins, Elves and gnomes
play flutes and drums and harps
and flutes and xylophones and horns,
and the room is full of wild music
pulsating like the blood in his wrist.
The blond king sits on his throne
like Buddha with a full mustache
and his blue eyes twinkle like stars.
From the ceiling drops a swing,
a large platform and a satin bed
heaped with pillows on a mattress
stuffed with the feathers of swans.
He leaps onto the swinging platform
and he finds the nubile mermaid
hiding under the cool blue sheets.
He kisses her lips and lies astride
her body like he rides a mare
and she gently pushes him off.
He bends over and kisses her thighs
that smell like a fish on ice
at the crowded market on Saturday,
and his face is covered with scales.
He kisses her from the tail upwards,
and when he kisses her soft belly,
the fish tail transforms into legs,
female legs shaped long and slim
like the legs of the delicate deer
who leap in the shadows of the forest.
He makes love to the sea nymph,
caressing her thighs and kneading
her small brown tits with his fingers,
and the swing rises higher in the sky
floating up on billowing silk wings
as the cave opens up like a flower
and the jeweled dragon watches
the lovers dance with purple eyes.
Little foxes and weasels and bears,
and all the other creatures who live
in the dark shadows of the forest,
pour through the gates of her womb,
like they left the ark after the flood,
and they screech in their languages
as they dart down the tunnels
and disperse into the barren world.
The dark man in a white suit
plays the saxophone and sweat
drips off the flesh of his arms.
The platform bed hangs from the moon,
attached by long chains of gold.
The ocean and the shore spin below,
and he lies next to the pretty nymph
stroking her soft hair and whispering
in the creamy sea-shell of her ear
his plans to build her a marble palace
with a garden full of exotic plants.
She smiles and slips on a seal skin
and leaps off the platform like a gull,
and she tumbles in the stormy darkness
like a leaf tossed by the wind.
He clings to the wildly spinning bed,
and stars explode in the ocean,
and he drifts over broken clouds.
Light shines up from a dark jungle.
The swing plummets as if the strings
were cut by the beak of a hawk
and he tumbles into the swirling clouds
like a tiger falling off a cliff,
and he lands in a shady meadow
by a grove with a high waterfall.
He drinks deep from blue water,
and nothing but dirt and leaves
and rocks stare back in his eyes.
The face is shattered by the ripples.
He turns his body into a Billy goat
and he leaps on the roof of a temple
entangled by the vines of the jungle.
Three women dancing on the lawn
leap up and grab him by the horns
and they drag him into the temple
and slaughter him on the stone altar.
They plunge the knife into his chest
and his blood collects in a brass basin.
The face appears again in the pond,
and he floats under the blue glass.
© Surazeus
18 March 1991
The face floats under the surface
of sea waves clear as blue glass.
The faceless man strips naked
and dives off volcanic rocks
and his body transforms to a dolphin,
his outstretched arms the nose,
his thighs the plump blue flesh.
He descends toward the huge face
whose eyes glow like the sun.
The flock of dolphins calls him
and he follows them to a wood ship
gliding over jelly blue waves.
The old man with wrinkled face
and beard white as winter snow
plays a harp and hums under his breath,
having no tragic tales to share
as he plucks at our wounded hearts.
The dolphins leap over his ship
and into the sea, making figure eights,
and grape vines gleam on the mast.
A mermaid with gold silky hair
waves to him and darts in a cave.
He follows her up a large tunnel,
leaping from the bright cave-pool,
and transforms into a man again,
sloughing dolphin-hood off like a coat.
He follows her sweet singing,
a haunting melody without words.
He walks into an immense cavern
full of rainbow-colored jewels
blazing with the fire of thirty suns.
Nestled in high nooks and crannies,
hundreds of goblins, Elves and gnomes
play flutes and drums and harps
and flutes and xylophones and horns,
and the room is full of wild music
pulsating like the blood in his wrist.
The blond king sits on his throne
like Buddha with a full mustache
and his blue eyes twinkle like stars.
From the ceiling drops a swing,
a large platform and a satin bed
heaped with pillows on a mattress
stuffed with the feathers of swans.
He leaps onto the swinging platform
and he finds the nubile mermaid
hiding under the cool blue sheets.
He kisses her lips and lies astride
her body like he rides a mare
and she gently pushes him off.
He bends over and kisses her thighs
that smell like a fish on ice
at the crowded market on Saturday,
and his face is covered with scales.
He kisses her from the tail upwards,
and when he kisses her soft belly,
the fish tail transforms into legs,
female legs shaped long and slim
like the legs of the delicate deer
who leap in the shadows of the forest.
He makes love to the sea nymph,
caressing her thighs and kneading
her small brown tits with his fingers,
and the swing rises higher in the sky
floating up on billowing silk wings
as the cave opens up like a flower
and the jeweled dragon watches
the lovers dance with purple eyes.
Little foxes and weasels and bears,
and all the other creatures who live
in the dark shadows of the forest,
pour through the gates of her womb,
like they left the ark after the flood,
and they screech in their languages
as they dart down the tunnels
and disperse into the barren world.
The dark man in a white suit
plays the saxophone and sweat
drips off the flesh of his arms.
The platform bed hangs from the moon,
attached by long chains of gold.
The ocean and the shore spin below,
and he lies next to the pretty nymph
stroking her soft hair and whispering
in the creamy sea-shell of her ear
his plans to build her a marble palace
with a garden full of exotic plants.
She smiles and slips on a seal skin
and leaps off the platform like a gull,
and she tumbles in the stormy darkness
like a leaf tossed by the wind.
He clings to the wildly spinning bed,
and stars explode in the ocean,
and he drifts over broken clouds.
Light shines up from a dark jungle.
The swing plummets as if the strings
were cut by the beak of a hawk
and he tumbles into the swirling clouds
like a tiger falling off a cliff,
and he lands in a shady meadow
by a grove with a high waterfall.
He drinks deep from blue water,
and nothing but dirt and leaves
and rocks stare back in his eyes.
The face is shattered by the ripples.
He turns his body into a Billy goat
and he leaps on the roof of a temple
entangled by the vines of the jungle.
Three women dancing on the lawn
leap up and grab him by the horns
and they drag him into the temple
and slaughter him on the stone altar.
They plunge the knife into his chest
and his blood collects in a brass basin.
The face appears again in the pond,
and he floats under the blue glass.
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