Do you see the mire?

Not dark nor black
nor anything at all in truth


I swirl toward you with stolen
mouths of pleading between my fingers

Brazen
the caress of oil slickened skin

For a moment
you attempt to introduce reality into the equation

Complex structures of
human endeavour
sour the tainted
skin surface of our lake

Do not crack the scum
do not make a sound
lest ripples shudder
and take us apart
disparate surface tensions
arcing away from combining
once again.