to breach the surface
of language
flying above the cusp
of words
I otherwise drown within
* * *
to feed the dark
a night trawler
nets the depths
* * *
like a fish in air
mouthing wet words
I cannot speak
any more
to you
* * *
to lay near her
after a kiss
as skin brushes skin
like whispered sighs
(September 10, 2013)
