She is of the sea as much as I am of the air. She is beauty, the very definition of it shakes me to my core. Her hands, like delicate kelp, take mine and I am happy. Her hair drips water, the drops falling back into the river she meets me by. Nails, painted sea blue and gold. I painted them. They will come off in the water, but neither of us mind. We delight in each other company. Laughing at silly gestures. Yet she cannot breath up here for long. Her lungs are not suited for air, nor is her tail, long and blue. We cannot be together for long. But we love.
She is of the air as much as I am of the sea. She is grace, footsteps thudding as she walks. Wings, like spun spider web, shimmer behind her head. She has beautiful red hair, and it falls into a braid that swings as she laughs. She painted my nails. They are royal blue, and gold of the crown she deserves. I take her hand, and smile. I put the feelings I cannot say into my gestures. Yet she cannot come to me. Her wings will fall apart, float away. Painless, but the pain of missing her flight would be too much for her to bear. We cannot be together for long. But we love.
Two lovers, only one speaks. Two lovers, only one breaths.
One stares from the water. What she once thought of as freedom, is now a prison. A cage she cannot be away from for long. She cannot speak in the air, not understood in the water. Longing for more freedom she cannot have.
The other, stares from the air. She wishes she could go to her love, but could not bear the loss of flight. She is not selfish, only longs for things she cannot have. She does not know if the love of her life can understand her, but she hopes.
For their love to bloom, one must make a sacrifice. The winged one, she recoils at the thought of never feeling the wind beneath her feet. But she is disgusted more at the thought that she would abandon her love for flight. If she stepped into the water, letting her wings submerge, they would fall apart as easily as leaves in fall. She would fall apart, but would be with her love.
For their love to bloom, one must make a sacrifice. The one with a tail as long as a shark, she clutches at her throat at the thought of water not running through her gills. But is scared more, of losing her love. Though she can come up to briefly smile, survival is almost impossible for her. She would choke, but would be happy to spend her final moments in love.
Love is not hopeless for these two, though without the communication they need, it seems hopeless for them.
The girl of the rivers, the oceans, the seas. She comes ashore, pulling her entire body desperately.
The girl of the air, the treetops, the wind. She steps into the water, searching for her love.
Lungs, burning.
Wings, disappearing.
Girl of the sea, collapses. Unable to move her body, unused to the gravity of land.
Girl of the air, slips. Pulled under by the waves, unused to the pull of water.
Two women in love, gone now. One drowned, the other also drowned. Drowned in their love, in the unfamiliar space.
But they will meet again in heaven.
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