Lover, I have loved you with a heart
like a fungus,
did my blood speck you in spores
at the cut?
Under your skin
So grey, slick and hazy, and so delicate,
when you tried to pick me up,
my gills split and crumbled
O honey you have loved me with a heart
like a dam,
like you were up at the top of the wall
waving down to me in the dried up quarry.
and so far above my head,
you’ve held the depths
in muddled umber and emerald,
swimming with silver creatures
I’d love to know up close-
or hook at the gills to flay and consume,
if that’s the only way.