Fishtank Fantasies
I am the spawn
Of my resistance
To kindness, gravity and mourning
Slide on down
Hook it
Pull it slow
The heart
Is a deep sea monster
That will explode
In the sunshine of your love
In your gills
The tremor of first nights
Filled with blind hurried groping
You smell of longing
Of trying too hard
To breathe shallowly
My mouth is not deceived
By the cold slackness of your fish lips
The glitter of night in my window
A steel whale is floating down the river
Its cold flanks
Like your hands
Throbbing to the heat of the fire within
How soon, how soon?
Lifeless trees
Nod mutely
Drowning silently
In the pre-dawn fog
Writer/s: Mark Englander
