Swimming With The Fish

The water was clear in Goa with the fish,
they asked me: 'Why are you here, what do you wish?'
I said that: 'I'm here because your life is serene,
swimming between coral with plants in between.'

The colours sparkled with orange, blue and indigo,
and there she was, my mermaid with a turquoise halo,
scales and tails, beautiful breasts, with bubble trails,
she said: 'Only sixty seconds left before oxygen fails.'

That was mine, not hers, but I was ready to die,
into this aquamarine heaven where time wouldn't fly,
where I would be warm but out of the sun's rays,
make love between anemones on alternate days.

I used to eat lobster but now they scuttle away,
I'm happy because thereby hangs a 'tail' so they say.