fish.

My legs stood firm, stable to the earth.
Then you came, smoothly, gliding in, swirling around me,
Your fluid actions unexpected, unlike the moves of the men who walk on the lands I have conquered 

The waves you create are flustering me, eroding the ground beneath my toes.

You've sent me into a sea, without even asking if I have gills.
You have me swimming, gasping for air in an element I never knew I could survive in, 

The moon is controlling the tides, and
I am a little fish, 

In your offerings of kelp beds that threaten to tangle me and drown me in the darkest depths,

You are the one placing moss around me, 

Building an environment new to us both. 

two.

You are visual,
you create vast empires out of inks and crushed sands and flattened trees.
You are physical,
creating lands as a god creates new life, no ecosystem can deny the skillful allure of your fingertips.
You are vocal,
your growls and harmonies are lush tones that wrap around me, songs to seduce and soothe.




Words are my lifeblood,
each sound and inflection a heartbeat,
the way I create new life, new lands.

I want to pull my words from the air,
give them form and texture,
weave them together into a mural,
to explain with colors and shapes.

I want you to see my words with a clarity,
want you to see their landscapes, their lushness,
I want my empires to demand your attention,