To Touch, To Dream
Somewhere the barnacles on wet rock palaces miss you, so they call your name in the night.
I reply that you are here, by my side, in my mermaid's embrace, far from the water,
but you are never homesick because I, as your true love, am your home now.
Once I feared that you would escape for a long swim, at least a dip every full moon.
Once I feared that you only saw me as some kind of fancy fish, forgetting the woman in me.
I never had anything to fear. I always had you to touch and I'll always have you to touch.
And to dream. We shall always dream together. We'll dream of scallops and coral and a
reef full of the beauty we used to know, the beauty before the massive cloud of octopus ink
darkened our small part of the world, the small part we had no choice but to reimagine.