To Breathe

Look – I skip around words
And thought, like a fish slipping
Through the fingers of the fishmonger
Back into the wet, wet water.
Do you like that? – I choke
In bubbles – Dipping your hands
Into buckets? I always forget
How much I love the air.
My tongue tastes it, delicious,
Crisp sound sliding till
I lose myself once again,
Once more. I forget
Skies are not meant for swimmers,
That you are not a dreamer.
Yet again and again I call
You close, to look afar
At the clouds that are mine,
The birds I float on.

You stood on the coast for a while,
Listening while I sang,
Then fled
Not daring to drown, or dream.

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