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.