That Kindly Fish

In with the tide
He thinks the sea came to see him
Bearing gifts of seaweed and slime
A dream and a rhyme
He never liked the smell of salt
Or the squishy sand between his toes
But he knows if he throws out a line
Someone will bite
And when the storm clouds cluttered
Fighting for a place in the sky
I knew I had to give my life
To this blue guy who hadn’t much
And so I Iet his hook tear through me
Spots of scarlet swirling the sea
And as the water rose and fell
I was pulled along like a puppet
But he did not reel in my compliment
Only sat on the shore
So glumly
So numbly
As the gape in my lip grew bigger