Merman Dreams Poem by Dean Meredith

Was that you?
Greeting me
In the morning
Were those your feathers?
Flapping for attention
So soft and true

Were you those burned bits?
On my pizza, of love
Knowing how they
Add depth of flavour
I felt you longing
For intimacy

I heard you praying
For something more
I'm no saint
But I do adore you
In all our thrills
Really

I'm that fish
You couldn't catch
But looks up at you
Always hoping
One day might be
Our time to flourish