Curled as a shell curls

Pale opalescent nacre skin

Pearlised in a moonbeam.

Her neck curves gently

In seahorse shape.

And round her face,

pearled,

Sea anemones coil.

A foetal-angel

With body turning

As the wave revolves.

Shooshing waves will never wake her

Sharks sharp teeth will never take her.

Dreaming deep, where she belongs,

Of wild white horses to ride upon.

A birth of Venus, slumbering deep

Dreaming as the oceans sleep.