For the Love of a Mermaid
With the cutting of his umbilical cord, he was born into this world many decades prior, the reflection of a prince with arms spread out and a brow encircled by a crown of thorns.
The human heart can only withstand the atmospheric pressure of a certain shallow amount of water. Beyond that, a man will reach the “crush depth”. He sometimes felt he had reached such depths on dry land, the memory of his youthful love fading with the sands that dropped one grain at a time through his hourglass heart. One grain of sand per second, one neuron per minute, and his very consciousness with her had been dripping away, along with his life.
He bolted down the immense diving helmet and clawed to it like the Titan Atlas holding a globe upon his shoulders. He heaved and the weight of the world toppled his body over the starboard gunwale, and thus began the journey to his love so many fathoms below. Drawn by the weight of iron and brass, he plummeted gloriously with outstretched arms to a tremendous depth. When finally he felt his boots settle into the expired sand of his youth laying at the bottom of the sea, he opened his eyes.
There she was, waiting beyond his foggy glass. She hadn’t aged a day since he had seen her beauty last. Reaching out at arms length with his shaking hands, his palms recalled the firmness of her pert breasts, the pressing urge of her nipples upon his chest and the way her curves responded to his confident grasp of her hip when they slow danced together.
"But oh, my love is an apparition. She is a whisp of hope, a slippery memory, a tear shed into desert sand, each of which suffers a thousand births and a thousand deaths within the span of an hour. To see you, my love, is to again come under the spell of the sea." He whispered, half to himself inside his helmet.
The mermaid blinked slowly, her lashes motioning like the wings of a butterfly taking in the warmth of the sun. Her mouth was ajar as if to return words. She motioned ever so slightly, hips glittering and shimmering. Her gorgeous locks waved in defiance of natural gravity and the parchment thin ruffles of her fins bent like the petals of a flower to the will of Spring’s breath. He could barely focus on her brilliance any further, the last of his mind’s sand settling like mud in his lungs.
Without looking away he drew forth the flash of a blade, and smiled broadly as a glint of hope dashed his umbilical airline to the mortal world. A plume of bubbles exploded from his helmet as the frigid sea’s fangs sang into his scalp, his face and his neck. It pleased him.
It was a noble death, an erotic death, a death dedicated to youthful love, and he waited for an immortal birth. He waited to be reborn a merman, to breathe in the underworld as a prince of the deep blue sea. It was her loving kiss that would breath new life into him.
From henceforth, he would forever wear a royal crown of kelp and their slow dance would enchant even the darkest waters of the sea. And oh… the treasures of the deep that awaited their discovery, together at last.