Jellyfish

One day last summer, In the stagnant July heat, I was swimming in cool, green, waters. As the one I loved Dropped an anchor From the little boat; So that he may watch me dance. My Hands glided On top of the still bay Fingertips believing it was made of silk, And it gleamed with liquid sunshine, Mimicking the smile on my lovers face. It was then. When I was fearless, and arrogant, A mermaid of cool, green waters My sailor seduced and deeply in love, That a beating blob of virtually nothing Wrapped a hand of something like seaweed, Around my very human ankle. And entered into me, enough venom to make me cry out. Thrash. And break apart. The silk stillness of the Bay. And the water no longer mimicked, The now horrified expression, painted on my lover's face. One day, this Summer. I sat alone on dry land. And traced the jagged scars like whip marks on my very human ankle. Left by a beating blob of virtually... nothing. And i vowed. To never again be fearless. But instead, I would stay in the little boat. With the one I still loved. Because I no longer needed him to be entranced by the way I danced In the cool, green, waters. I just needed to float above it. Allow him to Sail, And allow me To Heal.