he is dreaming
me
i am feeling
him
he turns inside me
his tail waves through me
i am full of fish
he swims my channels
erasing me
drawing circles
fanning light
his dream becomes me
i am his fish
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Touch Echo
sounds
the unique clicking and pressing
all things
against each other
the clever intimate grinding
a light intuitive noise
hardly waiting
gravel crunching
no fear
no hesitation
a natural pop, clap, whisper and weave
two forms meeting
a zen uniting
skin of one form beguiling
a tapping flickering
glance
a crisp connection
fleeting
a clandestine romance
kissing
peeling off
swiftly departing
no investment
perfect union
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the narcissist
my face is moving crystal, my fearless mind
reflects
the blinking, starry eyes
of night
fish tunnelling toward me, hearts beating faster than fins
I throw this crown back
my wicked hysteria, my vision of flipping pages and baubles,
trumpets and bubbles and cheeky animals in fabric and shoes
come my way
baring smiles
roses and knickers in thorny tangles
ready to sail this beguiling, transparent canvas …
all this outrageous peddling
this steaming perpetuation
this shimmy of stimulation
oh specialness
what an envious concept
easily crushed into spitballs of starving imagination
winking blindly at me in this
extraordinary beautiful
free will world
The Fish’s Sword
190 nautical miles
north of radiant coast
flying like hope
in the creamy wash…
an incident
sweet indeed
a serious
wounding
translucent and blue
he fell
blood letting
deep in the knee
a thankful penetration
a guilt easing
gift
he fell
on the fish
tripping
tripping
stupid
fishing
man
tripping
to the whirring
of the rescue
blades
ahh beautiful fish
mighty sword
this my friends,
is
sad
sweet
justice
