The Lure of Light

parted the darkness
like her hands
parted my hair, gently
but intently, her fingers 
braided wavering strands 
over and under, first up
then down. The sea 
was always inside, restless, 
driven. Salt water dripped,
a broken pearl necklace
leaving invisible traces, 
refracting light in shades 
of circling fins. We swam 
in twilight, tumbled, tried 
to hold onto passing beams 
but shadows nipped her shoulders, 
sucked her away in a tsunami.

Thanks to artist Gaynor Kane and Paul Brooks of The Wombwell Rainbow for this prompt.