I touched your gilded sandal the one with wings and strappy things and all the while you looked down smiling, knowing that you are kind, but a god nonetheless, not made for a woman such as me that clarity, that truth, that one-time talking touch was enough to blind this human girl from all balance of realities needed to stay afloat. I bob, trying to breathe I yelp, hoping it flies as beautiful music to heaven. but it smacks water's surface hard, flopping red-faced, burned, down as the air stops, down as she drops, down to where the mortals go who've longed to love the gods.
