Trinity by idolatrie Elena is in the sea, in the frigid sea, treading water, watching her lovers like dolphins. She doesn't feel the cold now, nor the tug of the tides passing through her body. She keeps her eyes fixed upon the two girls as they twist and tremble in the water. Meredith is all angles and lines, taut skin stretched over bones like a primed canvas. Her olive skin seems warm and makes Elena think of sucking vodka off her knuckles. Long straight legs follow to ribs and vertebrae pressing out, jutting collarbone and sharp chin. Her fingers are spindly where they curl around Bonnie's breasts which hang pendulous and heavy above the curve of her belly. Bonnie is pale and plump, each curve a celebration of her sex blossoming into inviting folds of mystery and fertility. Elena drifts closer. She knows they cannot see her, but they do feel her touch. Icy caresses that pinch and sooth simultaneously. Elena runs her hands over their bodies, the brittle beside the supple, the smooth beside the dimpled. She stokes her fingers between their legs, into the warmth and promise that lies there. It is like the inside of a seashell, smooth and curved, yet also yielding and gently ridged. She hears them cry out as they clutch each other, murmuring their names, her name, over and over. A promise. She knows they have tried to leave this place before. Move on from the tiny town. But she cannot allow that, cannot face not having them here with her. Their cars never make it past five miles, their curtains are shredded and plates broken for weeks after each attempt. Elena drinks in their tears and apologies and draws them out into the sea. Out here where she can touch her two dolphin lovers.