You were my sweet
love, brave when facing the waves of fractured dreams. Across the fields of
wild grass, we met once under heavy beating sunrays and you fed me sweet
things. Our summer promised to last for years, your tangled locks so sleek,
your nose kissed by the sun. How could night and day meet in a third time,
thriving at dusk?
Yet you became my
destruction, the collapse of my world. Sand swallowed all trails leading to you
and they caged me once again, fearing for my senses. Often I thought them lost
as well, until I took wing to find you.
I thought I found you
by the edge of the lake, your shimmering arm around me but instead I found
myself transported to gentle, happy currents, the sweet song of merfolk
drifting by me without haste. Silent echoes emanate to greet others as I deftly
dive deeper to darker comfort. The sun is only a dim, fragmented star in a
reflected world. The matter of breath does not concern me, for few are the
cares that can pass through the glass divide. With a playful nudge at my side,
the friendly whiskered fish leads me to my sunken treasure. His skin is as
precious pearl, eyes unseeing, chains gripping his hands and feet.
That beloved face,
cold in the warm currents, one I hold gently now. Already, seaweed takes the
place of my hair, my legs twining into one scaly member. As I am stripped away,
my lips close over his and I give breath to his lungs. My grasp fails as he
rises to the surface while I gently greet the sands.
My eyes have already
changed so that light reveals more and I watch contentedly as he is pulled out
of the water. Then I examine the webbing between my green fingers, the light
barely shining through. Then the inky cloud drifts closer until I am consumed
and I smile a human smile one last time.
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