Feet in shallow waters, you hold my hand as I lead you in. Unsure of all the darkness ahead you are certain only of the firmness of my grip. We laugh and I try to soothe you as slightly deeper in we slip.
Soon you feel just at home as I, the ambience becomes a part of your skin. Something tantalising creeps into you, something I’ve felt all this time, holding it all in.
Slowly your hand loosens from mine as you hear the other voices calling. I could warn you of the water nymphs.
“Should I not warn him?”, I ask myself. But your eyes glaze as your hand frees itself from mine and I know in this case, I cannot hope to win.
The water warms my cooling heart, the ebbing waves comb through my hair. The Moon has cast a glare on me and now I am caught in its white stare.
“Who are you to take a lover when your place is here?”, the Moon likes to ask me questions no man has ever dared.
I look back and you are gone, embraced by a nymph’s cold touch. Taking my time, I swim back to shore, my mind no longer flummoxed. When my eyes lock onto another’s, I see them more confused than yours. When he reveals a nervous smile, it all begins once more…
…Feet in shallow waters, you hold my hand as I lead you in. Unsure of all the darkness ahead you are certain only of the firmness of my grip. We laugh and I try to soothe you as slightly deeper in we slip.
When you fall asleep in these unsettled waters, you will hear and come to understand the lore of the love between the Moon and water nymphs…between the Moon and my unwilling core.
By H. Uddin