She Walks In Grace

Across the waters, up to the far tides, where the horizon kissed the foaming skin of the sea, the sunlight escaped. It spread its tendrils over the vastly curling waves, their mouths opening to swallow each other like a predator chasing a young foal to swallow it whole. The tide washed at my feet, leaving its foaming remains to touch them as the sweeping sunlight blanketed it with fading warmth.
It was there, where the sea met the horizon, that I saw you. You were like a Goddess, enveloped in the density of the waves, your hair tumbling down as they caressed your slightly curved shoulders. Yours lips laughed the gleam of the shy sunlight and your teeth shone like the pearls gifted by the sea that enveloped you.
You looked at me from the distance, your eyes emitted the glow of your soul, shinning pure gold. You smiled and it seemed as though the whole sea was laughing, its frothing dances your reverential celebration.
You were the beauty of the stars; you were the glow in a mother’s heart when she first looks at her newborn, you were the sensation on one’s neck when the wind blows, gently caressing it; you were the love in a man’s heart for the woman who would not love him back.
What would I give to have you—consume you, fuse with you. Your very essence seemed to be calling out to me, the tilt of your head beckoning at my feet.
I was drunk in you. Your arched neck, your glittering eyes. The down on your skin gleaming on your arched waist as you twist in grace. I look at you, and then I look at me.
I am the essence of your repulsion. I am twisted. I am short. The darkness of my skin hides the treacherous fat of my shapeless body. I stand in the shade, an ugly representation of each person’s worst fear.
What I would give to be you- to have your beauty, to walk your grace. I spent a lifetime trying to hide my plainness, attempting to subside the extent of my worthlessness in a material world.
I walk closer and closer towards you. Your beauty hurts my eyes. My chafing skin feels trapped in the power of your grace. If I were you, I would have the boy who spurned me, the friends who I dreamed of, the confidence that remained knotted at the pit of my stomach.
The waves are swirling as I am very close to you now. Your face seems oddly familiar, though I have never encountered you before. We stand almost a neck-to-neck now, eye-to-eye, staring. Your eyes are like a deer’s, your lips curve so beautifully in your fair face. Your body is carved like mine, yet so much shapelier.
My eyes narrow as I see the same spot on your cheek as I have on mine. How do you look like that while I look like you? No, I am a mockery of you. Once again, the intensity of my desire to fuse with you overpowers.
Suddenly, it hits me. You smile your excruciating smile and I take one step ahead in awe. The waves wash over my head, finally enveloping my senses as we become one. I am you, and you are what I could have been. I breathe my last and I smile in peace fused with you, as now I walk in grace too!