Starfish hands ponderous in their motion
Unhurried, bouyant in this night's ocean
Tap my lips with queries I do not understand
From the garbled undersea language of Hand
My little mermaid with your starfish hands
Gazing up from the breast with your fish-eye again
Where all have you been? Of what do you dream?
My silky, my sea-lass, herald from heaven?
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