Fay Slimm.

Eyeing.

 

 

Eyeing.

 

A fish,
like translucent shadow 
slowly shows silver through dimly

low-lit submarine green.

 

A gill
like laced edge of poncho,    
rising to roll a lake\'s morning face

steadily sways to breathe.

 

A skin,
of thinnest divide knows
it is separated from my airy flesh

solely by liquid need.

 

A fin,
touched by finger coated        
in bubbles for closer contact slips

to more safety beneath.

 

A flip,
and fish dives fast below  
in mist churned by interference

\'tho glassily eyeing me.