Love has completely filleted me.
I am lying in the market like a
Gutted grouper,
Speechless.
All yearning and resilience absolutely silent.
But I am still unmarked.
All is now the same to me.
The sweep of a man’s hands
As he lifts me near,
Drawing my scent into his nostrils.
He thinks about taking me home.
The brush of a blowfly
Sipping my vital fluids
Through a peculiar fashioned flute.
The sun resting its radiant gaze upon my eyes.
Laughter and the splash from a passing taxi.
All send astounding undercurrents into my world.
Love has split me wide open.
Toss me on a scale.
Wrap me in newsprint.
Bring me home.
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This is just fabulous! I never would have thought of love with a gutted fish - and yet you make it so natural, I can't believe I never thought of it before. This is so original - and so well-done.
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