mermaids on wheelchairs

I was your island girl. I always fell asleep on your sofa, on the intoxicated floor, on your porn magazine nests and cigarettes, on the cursed treadmill in your family's living room, in your water filled bath tub, in your back garden, in the aisle to your back door. I always fell asleep. But I  have always woken up in your drunk bed, in your tattooed arms, in your limited edition Damian blanket, in your series of hallucinations, in your imagination. 

I was your island girl. But I didn't know who you are to me. All I know is we were blessed by Shiva. And so with half closed eyes, we dream.