Ophelia

He found you in the water,
floating
nonchalant and cool,
a chip
out of your pretty heart.
You were humming some old song
and weaving daisies in a chain
to tie around your throat
and pull you under.
You said
ravens had stolen your eyes
and the tears you left
on his shirt
smelled suspiciously like rain;
but his coat felt warm
around your shoulders
and your wet skin
reminded him of swans
breaking the dark lake
their slender throats
snapping unearthly and white
like the pallor of those daisies
left unpetalled in his hands...