you come from the part of  me
that is hanging off the steep cliff
where the mermaids go with
the long and tangled hair that
wraps itself around your bones and
lures you into my poisonous hips
full of too many words, they spill over
and the familiar torrential storm that
rides into you, alongside you

i am the neptune you are
weary of as we make love against
the september twilight and the
wooden chair where you wait 
and wait for me.