You caught me a young gupping fish who kissed you steal hook and become caught
Suddenly bound to a line you pulled me through the water of gushing, warping emotions
I burst from the surface into the serene clear of day and fell into the pool of your eyes
I was gasping and out of breath, looking to you for salvation after being left raw.
Perhaps my fresh, cursed, spinning youth captured your fixation.
Then lady future whistled your name and you dropped me on the bottom of your wooden boat.
She blew a picture of colour into your eyes and mind.
You shook into a dazed fazed dimension and then come plummeting back down to see poor me flopping around lostly at your ankles.
Picking me up with tender care you then placed me back into the water with a loving hand.
But I forgot how to swim