She takes a sip of brown love
and kicks at smoother pebbles,
the rock turns into a dove
and from the sea rise trebles
Her love jumps with his face down
into the water to join the rebel
he comes up with a nose like a clown
and a voice like a fish or squid
he mouths he will never drown
and the gods will know his id.
They’ll see the ego from above
and close her large eyelid.