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.
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