My gills flap shut and open,
lips pouting,
blowing bubbles, swirling
to the surface, going
plop, plop…

I twirl my tail, stalling,
fins on thin ether groping,
unsure where, what, when, why, how—
glass-eyed,
trying to remember—
who?

My baby girl

My baby girl,
She doesnt speak to me
But i know what she says
I know what her gibberish means
I know why her tantrums are
My baby girl
Beautiful as anything ive ever seen
Maybe more
Innocent pure unique
My baby girl is special

As of late, they're starting to show
What are they you say? I don't know
I see black horns and red wings
Like bats out of hell with loose strings
I say to myself that I can handle,
But I can't help it but to leave a candle
Oh please don't let them fly
So may I ask? Are there demons nearby?

Each new year brings the same question

             What comes next?

Conceiving desire,
Spreading love,

Caressing fingers explore in haste,
Touching soft like glowing moon to my eyes,
Shimmering tears escape the eye,

Protecting humor,
Wiping hatred,

Trailing warm sensual kisses,
Pricking in bits like needles,
Mending the loose, broken chains,

Grasping attention,
Captivating shine,

Allure in its form seems to spark,
Opening up the paths in my heart,
Mesmerizing and hypnotizing fully,

Shackled walls,
Seductive romance.

She had magnetic innocence
that pulled people to her in tides,
people with broken lives
and shawshank prisons in their heads,
people with duct taped memories
bursting against the seams.
And yet..
she still wonders why
she cries in rivers
filled with their pain
and her own.