Silverfish Nostalgia

I am standing on the shore waiting for the midnight hour. The cool ocean air fills my lungs while sea foam dances around my feet and ankles. I gaze upon the silver fish as they shimmer and play in the waves. Somewhere in the distance a seagull cries, and then I see you silhouetted against the yellow moon. Your angelic wings are spread-wide in heavenly glory. The night air lifts your body high into the stars as your hair and flowing gowns ripple upon the whispering wind. I raise my hand in salute - and for the life of me I can’t help but get a raging hard-on, defying the laws of both god and man.