[she who loved]

guache on paper by deevaa
10-June-2000

She Who Loved Poseidon

by Galadrial
June-2000

1.

She walked the shore
on forbidding days
when rain and clouds gathered,
when mist fell
and the sands were washed
as flat as paper.
Odd they called her,
solemn gray eyed,
more likely to keep
her own company
and counsel
than to bother with the village maids.
Her secret was that on such days
the shore would be empty,
and she could sing
whatever song filled her heart -- ballads, love songs, legends
with none to hear or judge
but the seabirds
who never complained.
She never knew that another
had treasured her songs -- and always came to hear
her sing
her mortal voice somehow soothing
to his divine ear...

2.

And day dawned full gray -- and the seagod hastened toward the land
knowing she would come
and cloaking himself in mist
so as not to alarm her, as always.
He had watched her,
and knew how she loved the feel
of the seaspray on her face
and would laugh like a child
as it caressed her skin.

Her song carried over the dunes
and when she came,
her hair was unbound
and blowing in the breeze
like a chestnut banner...
the sight of her made his heart light---
till he saw in the strands
a few bits of telltale white
and he knew at once
that he had come to love this mortal---
and that like all the sons and daughters of men
her days had a number.

He looked hard into her heart then---
looking for fear---
and found none.
Only songs, and solitude---
and a longing that she had never spoken of
and even as he took the shape
of a child of man,
he did not know his own will.

She sang on,
then settled softly to the sand
wondering at the mist yet again.
The day was close---
but the breeze by the water
felt delicious and she forgot
the few troubles she carried,
picked up a long bit of driftwood
and began to draw
in the sand.

3.

He walked from the mists
not knowing the love words,
not wishing to startle---
but was drawn to her
as none before.
And though she had never known
a mortal's touch,
when she saw him,
she did not run.
Her heart beat hard in her breast---
her breath came quickly---
but it was not fear
that filled her gaze
and he found himself
swept in gray green regard
and drowning in eyes
that pulled at his spirit
and filled a quiet space
in his crowded heart.
He stopped short
filling his eyes,
but loathe to break her peace.
She saw no God--
just a man with eyes so blue
that they hurt to look in.
From whence he came--
it mattered not.
And with a boldness to shock her soul,
she reached out one hand,
a timid invitation--
and he met it with his own
drawing it to his lips,
and dropping a soft kiss
in the tender palm.

4.

From there it hardly mattered,
who touched whom,
who kissed first--
or who welcomed the kiss.
He loosed the cloth of the gown,
baring soft breasts
to breeze and mist,
and watching in delight
as the nipples were born to passion
before his eyes.
She drank in the sensations,
her eyes closed,
responded to his caress
with soft sounds and murmurs.
Here a God found himself
relishing the sweet warmth
of mortal flesh
taut against his tongue
sweet---flowing and gloriously erect.
The rest of the gown fell away---
and for just an instant, she knew fear---
but she pushed it away
even as she reached for him,
not questioning how his flesh
came so easily to her hands.
She knew only the pulsing warmth
that sprang into her palm,
the urgency and heat
that matched so well her own.
Mortal or god---
she accepted his touch,
opening herself
to him
to the elements
falling back on the sand
one being
embracing all
taking the universe
as a lover,
prepared for pain---
welcoming the first thrust
to take her maidenhead---
and her soul
she flooded instead,
filliing flowing and arching to the tide.
The god felt himself caressed by new waters,
warm, silky,
encompassing
gathering her to himself
with a sense of wonder.
This was why the mortals sang,
he thought---sinking deeper
feeling her spirit kick free of earth,
touch his own,
and soar upwards.

5.

And now she sang for him
her words barely shaped,
a song no other had ever dreamt
that none could ever repeat.
Sighs...
oh yes
she led him with her arms and thighs,
suckled him
head thrown back
her hair wild in the breeze
giving into the swirling
in her sweet center.
But no---
he stopped and drank her in,
not yet---
first he would taste
the sweet waters that drew him,
humbling him
to kneel before her.
She looked down,
eyes mad with hunger,
and saw the need in his eyes.
Only half understanding,
she drew herself up,
hands cradling the sweet flesh of her breasts,
planting her feet proudly apart
she opened
herself to him,
parting the sweet ripe petals,
dripping with dew
inviting him to possess her
in a way she had never dreamed.

6.

He forgot the dignity
his birthright as divine,
knelt before her on the sand
and claimed the pearl on the step
worshipping her wholly.
He heard her sigh,
then moan
and finally
the song from her throat
was a seabird
freed from too long in a cage.
Her hands tangled in his hair,
crushing him closer,
feeding him now---
precious honey
ambrosia
living waters
and so he tasted
life, and love, and passion
as never before.
He stopped at last,
and pulled her down.
and she cried out
half in longing,
half frustation.
He was maddened,
hard
hot
and not to be denied---
and she was open
and wished no less
than full possession.

7.

He took her then---
feeling the flesh part---
feeling the resistence of skin
feeling it burst
to allow him the moment---
she shuddered, shook, and sighed
eyes blazing,
urging him to seal her to him
for one and all...
and it seemed that the sun
rose in his belly
warming his skin,
bathing his senses
and freeing something
he never knew
that he had captured.
Around them,
the mists swirled,
the waves rose and fell
to the rythmn of the lovers
and the seagod
envied for once
the children of man.
She cried out once---
twice-------
and felt his seed
hot within her,
and surged against him hard---
longing for a last moment
knowing that she could not keep this lover---
and willing him to lie
at ease in her arms and thighs
before losing himself again
in the changing tide.

Gods cannot love mortals but once...
but love will haunt the immortals
who touch the skin of the children of man,
and so the Sea God
became beloved of a woman.
And when he left her to return
his tears gave the oceans their salt,
and the whales wept forever
at all he had lost.