Water Lens
This is a story I wrote a few months ago, but it doesn't fit into any fandom, so I hadn't gotten around to posting it.
I see the world through a lens of water. When the man comes near the shore I can feel his blood rushing like a river. He is one like me. I see him only as a series of ripples and I wish him join me.
So I sing, clear and pure, and he takes a step forward. But when his foot touches the cool wet sand, he hesitates. Does he already see the prints disappearing? Only because he will no longer need to leave his mark.
If I break the surface, my breath will come in ragged gasps and the world will know me. If he does, he will be in his true element and I will know him as he really is. But is that fair? Can I really take him away from whatever that is?
Too late. His toe has touched the lake and the action sends waves through me. I see myself with his eyes. This is the part I always hate; knowing what I have stolen. But the deed is done and already I kiss away the want to breathe.
And he is mine, and the water is his and we are the waves. Together we dance through the moonlight. And he forgets that he ever had anything before. And I forget that there was any need to feel guilt.
We see the world through a lens of water.
I see the world through a lens of water. When the man comes near the shore I can feel his blood rushing like a river. He is one like me. I see him only as a series of ripples and I wish him join me.
So I sing, clear and pure, and he takes a step forward. But when his foot touches the cool wet sand, he hesitates. Does he already see the prints disappearing? Only because he will no longer need to leave his mark.
If I break the surface, my breath will come in ragged gasps and the world will know me. If he does, he will be in his true element and I will know him as he really is. But is that fair? Can I really take him away from whatever that is?
Too late. His toe has touched the lake and the action sends waves through me. I see myself with his eyes. This is the part I always hate; knowing what I have stolen. But the deed is done and already I kiss away the want to breathe.
And he is mine, and the water is his and we are the waves. Together we dance through the moonlight. And he forgets that he ever had anything before. And I forget that there was any need to feel guilt.
We see the world through a lens of water.