Arresting The Tides

Talking of prudery, 
you acquiesce in, 
and let it go. 
 
The eyes lit up 
refraining from comment. 
A fish jumps out of water, 
 
and becomes mermaid. 
How can you eat the raw moon? 
The pubescence on the 
 
young leaves was not 
ready. Will you restrain 
your hubris and foot soldiers? 
 
The imminent descent 
was evident. The fire breaks. 
I am afraid, it will consume you all.