leading
her to water
tentative
no more, she takes the plunge --
ecstasy
in every toss of mane,
His
calls unanswered, he must follow suit,
Though
suited, he's ill-suited to the game.
she
swims beside the boat:
the
sea's afire, redolent of all who've swum before.
he
rocks, and splashes, thrashing mightily around:
a
dried fish who's lost the knack to swim --
she
reminds him with a caudal whap!
then
swoops to catch him ere he drowns.
she's
hard, electric, and her eyes are large
enough
to capture everything on film
her
genes are freshly pressed and though her flesh is cold,
she
fills the sea, he thinks,
her
lateral line a G-spot meters long,
chatoyant
and yet subtle as her actions bold.
his
games a bore, she darts away, she sounds,
her
passage rings an infrasonic note,
Mother
Sea adpresses, welcomes to the fold,
the
world of men's a chain but she's unbound.
failure
on the books, his grants now on the wane,
he
dreams about the one who got away.
The
end
Previously
published, in a slightly different form, in Chaos Butterfly, 1998.
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