The rocks don't stop you,
And neither does your prey's sharp teeth.
Gold, silver, grey and blue,
Darting into salty view,
What a lovely shade and hue,
I want to have you for my own,
And yet,
Here you are,
Away from the net,
Dart, dart, darting away,
Wonder of your fluorescent skin,
Smoother than the smallest pin,
A jokers smile is plastered for show,
Swim, swim, swim away.

Our fingers
knotted and crossed
locked in a finger hug
hand hold
on the roof
in the moonlight.
Always in the moonlight.
And you said
how glad you were
to be away from them -
they would laugh if they saw.
Stupid
immature
idiots.
I guess later you changed your mind,
because your long fingers reached for mine
in a big room,
under the glare of flourescent bulbs

Everyone saw,
but no one laughed
at us.