For Rathsha

For Rathsha.

The deep dark allure of her nearly translucent skin.

For Rathsha.

The shape of her mouth, splayed wide and long.

For Rathsha.

Her name.

Her name a cast of the 'rah' of the waves,

the 'th' as they peeled back

and the 'sha' as the wind whistled through the coming sea,

tempted to sweep her away again.

Her eyes would open,

deep coins of gold.

Gleaming, brightly staring in bated curiosity.

I thought, she was beautiful and I reached a hand out to the curious

yet monstrous thing beneath me.

She almost bit me.

RAH!

The waves grew angry, the clouds rumbled an echo of agreeance.

I was not permitted to touch the beautiful,

yet deep sea fish that beckoned me forth.

Her hands were webbed,

a long lantern hung over her face, bioluminescent I'm sure.

SHA!

The wind screamed, calling for her to go back.

It was whipping up a strong brew,

dark gray moody clouds spinning up as the waves peeled back.

SHA!

They screamed again, whistling louder in my ears till I glanced up from her,

seeing the wave peel up from the ocean floor, ready to slap me down for touching it's beloved deep sea dweller.

I could see her forming a word on her lips.

A language I didn't know and then a rush of black before I was smashing up against the seaside shack behind me.

Rocks, branches, trees and limbs of things I could not see were colliding against my body.

Cold.

Then hot searing pain ran through me.

I was sure I would die.

I could see the opening maw of her finally, the weight depressing as she scooped me up and a twinkle of white above as I sank into the further depths.

Breathe!

My lungs ached for breath, but her embrace was beautiful and warm.

She hugged me, sinking down till the pressure was too great and choked the very last air from my already breathless lungs.

I must have reached up, my hand longing for reprieve, for air.

And then she was pressing her sealed lips to mine, something forcing into my lungs.

When I opened my eyes again, I was at the bottom.

Gleaming yellow all around me.

Gleaming lanterns.

I could see the gleam in her eye.

She wanted me.

I smiled back at her.

A tawny gleam of color in my own dark eyes before the dark overtook me.

I was hers.

And she was mine.

Sweet.

Dear.

Rathsha.