its the swish swish
of the fish fish
that drives me-
most mild,
most wild.

I-
poleless,
dive:
parting the smooth
membrane
past the kiss of the two isles
between thigh penisula,
I delve
head first.

swimming -
I reach,
hold my breath,
invoke the crest,
seeking the fish that
I crave.

snatch!
drenched, I rise
from the deep.
in my hand
my captive quivering-
surrendering
prey to my pursuit
bouillabaisse
to my way.


surfaced
i skim-
float-
swim-
and then------

i dive again.

s pringle 1998.
 
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