Truth Or Daring

“Tell me
when you were
first in love…
or else, become a narwhal.”

If my choice is to dip
into mythology
or assume
the shape of rarity,

I must choose both
and tell you that
because of the former
I’ve done the latter — once.

I was frozen, and then
I became fabulous, and when
the first had passed utterly away
I shed my horn

and it likely fell into the hands
of someone who wrongly created
a different myth from the evidence.

But I know the truth: 
that I was daring then
and she and I leaped through the northern seas
as if together we could melt the icecap.