Reflected sunlight ends the breath
for us a dinner it’s a death
as silver fades on muscled scales,
to sizzling oil, from fin to tail, with garlic’s dressed
She serves me sunset with the wine
her hair is kelp, her breast the line
I follow, gaze, and while I wait
for food to fry, she smiles and baits me fore we dine.
But afterwards, we meet the moon,
a crescent spilled as silver spoons
on waves reminds me of the fish
we sacrificed, delicious dish, as life has gone.
Today Gayle introduces us to a form called florette at dVerse MTB, come join us at 3 PM EST when the bar opens.
November 19, 2015