Prologue
The pads of her fingers
dot the surface
of this ocean
caressing
roundness
her own
naked breast
her hand
veers to the twin
I mimic
colors seaweed
and grow
and assemble my
brothers for this
noble
cause
At once her hand
becomes mine
once again
this caress
different
these fingers
sink into flesh
forcefully
un
inviting
Epilogue
When fate has been
acknowledged
they become
one and then
grow wizened
and with death
comes a joyous celebration
their return
to the earth
no longer will
the poets speak of
famous star-crossed
lovers
they will speak only of a faithful
knight’s sword buried within
the chest of a radiant
queen
Michayla Ashley is a rising senior at the University of Arkansas, majoring in English with a Creative Writing concentration. She is pleased to say that the Diamond Line Literary Magazine will be the first of many publications.