To Those That Hide by Yours Truly

They have a name. They

came when I was

too tame and stayed in the

way Love wanted me to play,

their faces an array of

mistakes from different days,

mouths capable of the

things found in fables, able

to bring one to places inescapable,

breakable, ruining some thing

never saveable. My curiosity

insatiable, I stuck my face

in a place full of sin,

haunting to the human race

with a grin, favoring and savoring

what was wavering and

quavering under the laboring waves

until Love ripped me away.

Love practiced with me, teaching me

not to breathe until need be,

leading me, pleading with me

“Don’t you see that

fantasy is a needy flea distorting

and contorting your view of

reality?!”

Seriously?

The waves held

a plethora of faces

tinged with magicka,

shimmering with an aura that

bore them the duty of a kiss. And

I did them one better, uh, as I

slipped beneath the surface of

a life I knew nothing of, and

returned to my the home of

Aqua Phantasmata.