The Harpy of the Moon
walks her curse into the sea
knowing death has no memories.
Jealous of lover’s cradled
in night’s palm, she hunts
the scented blush of ecstasy
for flames to drown in brine.
Wooed by the buoyancy
to rise and never fall
passion walks on water…
oblivious to the Harpy’s
malicious riptide.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
