warrior fish
Thursday, August 14th, 2008We swim like warrior fish,
our black inky capes
dazzling water,
it’s not the yes,
in saying it.
How we travel dark roads,
looking for windows where there are candles lit,
for the ink black doorway to open.
Sitting across from you, across the table
set with ivory, this flower, I picked for you,
a notebook, pen ready to leak
words as black as the night.
It’s […]