Sappho Bathes In The Aegean Sea Poem by M. A Heathcote

She wanted a relationship with the Aegean Sea.
She wanted to leap into its vast open arms.
Those rainbows and wintry thunderstorms
From these cliffs, she leans out like a bowsprit.

Her physical self is just a feigned decoy.
The music of the waves is truly absorbed.
Far removed is she from any harsh shore.
Or any chalk column, Old Man of Hoy!

She wanted to sink into its translucent skin.
She wanted a siren's song played upon her lips.
She wanted the flotsam of those aching fingertips.
The foam of those kisses bursting within…

No masculine ferryman can save her now.
She was destined to drown in these salty throes.
Phaon, the ferryman, swore many oaths.
But his fickle love in the end—She'll disavow.

She wanted the lustful dangers of Ursula's lavender sea.
When it's hushed like a child rocked in a cradle
on the precipice, see, my balance is unstable.
Should I leap,
I would happily fall like honey-scented potpourri.

A fictitious tale of how
I fell in love with a mermaid
And started a never-ending earthquake
With just the beating of our two hearts.