In Salty Depths

In Salty Depths

In parlous ports the sailors' tales are told
of topless women witnessed deep asea.
I never thought my two eyes would behold
That kind of girl whose gaze could dazzle me.

She stared at me and splashed me dripping wet,
Then showed to me her curvy brown-scaled tail.
For all I know, she's not a true brunette,
But could be my proverbial White Whale.

My dream girl lives below in salty depths
where only fish and dolphins dare to swim,
and breathing comes in aeroquatic breaths
for mermaids who can gargle out a hymn.

They wait below where humans can't survive,
But tempt us each to make that fateful dive.

(shakespearean sonnet)