Something like love

It felt like love and
she knew it was meant to be.
He was her ocean
so deep and blue.
He washed over her feet,
swallowed her ankles,
swept her out to sea.
She swam for miles,
so far out she couldn't see the shore
and she did not care
for the water was warm and inviting.

In time she grew tired
and could swim no further.
Lovelogged.
She kicked and screamed,
begged her neptune to free her.
Warm inviting waters disappeared.
Gentle azure waves mutated
into angry black leviathans
and drew her farther away
from the comforting shore.

She died in his liquid embrace.

© Elle Lassiter, 2004