Ariel wakes to Eric,
half in the water
with her, stroking
her hair from her
face. She cuddles
herself into his
arms and says,
“It's dark and cold.”
“That's why you
should be home.”
“I thought humans
slept at night. Don't
you?” She yawns.
“A fairy woke me
up to give me these.”
He points to his fins.
“If we don't have
tails, what exactly
do I call it?”
She laughs.
“You took fins
from a fairy!”
She's so joyful
that he can't
find it in him
to regret.
He lost any
doubts before,
though, when
he held her
in his arms.
“I did. Now
we can rule
your kingdom,
right? Just
don't give me
too much
control.”
“Think you'll
get full of
yourself?”
“Not likely.”
He is the boy
who blushes
out of his
control and
it would be
a miracle if
he was
confident –
it was difficult
to imagine him
becoming cocky.
“You're the
expert, though,
right? A little
fairy told me
you wouldn't
leave, even
though you
said you were
in love.”
It's her turn
to blush, the
first he's seen
it, and he smiles.
Her hair is redder
than her face,
but not by much.
YOU ARE READING
Under the Sea
PoetryShe lives in the sea, harboring a crush on a human boy. He lives on land and dreams of a beautiful mermaid. It's a forbidden love, destined to end in tragedy. (A story in verse, based loosely off of The Little Mermaid)
