Scales of Water

This water

This cool serrated water

Feels like scales of fish on me.

I stand on the boat roof.

The air feels cool and pure

Like virgin water

For ever secure in the sunless deep.

I stand firm and fearless,

An Adam fish with steady fins,

Beyond net or hook,

In the fisherman's dreams.

Fishgirl, hook me up

With your heart

And take home your precious kill.

Water World

Deep under

No air

Water water.

Fish are the citizens

Now the rightful denizens

Who were once humans

Like you and me.

Palaces, courts, bazaars

Peaceful homes of placid populace

Thoroughfares of endless footsteps

Of an ancient date

Now lie under layered gunk

Of excremental tourist lake.

Trophy

Make a woman of me,
You prayed to a dark deity,
When the virgin seed crisply cracked
Between you and me.
Your eager body leaned,
You couldn't help,
Like a tree bent back
In a strong ripping wind.
The mountain shook,
The earth floor moved.
You craved and moaned,
Scratched by the fingers of the dark.
You came like a vicious sin
Bursting banks at the vital seam.
The seed crackled to leaf
And we giggled ourselves silly,
Thanking our accomplishment,
We walked off with but a tinsel trophy.