A mermaid’s last night on land, dancing in the arms of her Prince…
Rippling fire tears the flesh of my newfound legs,
Burning searing, blazing.
I’m surprised that my skin hasn’t blackened and split open,
Wide and ugly.
A thousand sharp shards prick mercilessly
Beneath the petal-soft surface,
Insistent and urgent, until I want to fall,
Down to the ground and cry my pain
To the loving sea.
But I am strong.
I stand tall and straight,
And I dance through the pain for him,
My prince…my love.
He bows to me and extends an exquisite hand,
My heart stops and I smile through the tears,
As he folds me in his arms.
It is a beautiful agony.
We dance, but my steps aren’t yet sure,
And sometimes I falter;
But he always catches me and holds me tight.
Anchoring me to the now,
To this new form
Where I fear I do not belong.
Can he love me in my silence?
Can he see the beauty of my form
Beneath the faltering of my steps?
And hear the longing voice of my heart,
Bubbling up towards the surface
As we dance and glide,
Beautiful and breathless,
Two creatures made to love
Yet born to be forever separate?
He smiles and pulls me closer,
But fear pricks tiny wounds in my heart.
I have such little time,
Only a few hours left until my death,
And only he can save me from the dawn.
Hurry my love,
It’s almost too late.
Soon I will be lost forever,
And you shall never find me again,
No matter how long you search.
I will be nothing more
Than soft foam atop desolate waters,
A testament to what might have been.