August 29, 2002

gold fish love

i sit by the edge of the dark liquid pool
watching the lumpy faced gold fish blow bubbles
and sink through the darkness
to a place i can not see

and it's that place
safe from all that breath the air
that keeps them from me
as the darkness keeps you from me

so i dance round the image of the moon
and it lays milky and silent in the pool of night
as i sing into the darkness telling my truths
as though they were demands

but like the moon i grow silent
for i don't suppose dancing naked with the moon
will ever take the place of moving naked over you

before - after