Big Fish

For the second time
I am
enveloped by your plants
scrutinized by the Gods on your altars and temples
ascending upon the cemented steps

fascinated by the new puppies you've never seen
These are yours
all yours for the taking by some chance you were born into
but you aren't here

In the shrine of your room
purple, black and silver scream your name
I stand there in your absence
the colours permeate through the doors in my heart
and this silence is permanent

here is the mirror I cannot see my reflection in
and for that you were thorougly embarrassed because of my city girl upbringing

But this city girl smothered you in red cotton
and you caused her some friction against shiny metal anyway

I don't know your heart's thoughts
Even in a dream, we speak a different language
but I can't tell you

just how much I hope you don't break

your butterfly wings for ribs

and a village's soul
for the world, her seas

and the big fish