There were so many things I wanted
to know. What it means, exactly,
to breathe another in. How it feels
to drown. We all
Had questions for her, admonitions,
pleas. We came with salvation,
the crooked blade
our father sent. We had traversed
The shadows of slow whales
to reach her, but like all lovers,
she misunderstood.
painting: The Sea Maidens by Evelyn de Morgan
