clear blue sea

Hot
Damn hot sun
Shines
Water bound

Birds don't dive here
Nor swim for fish
As some birds do
When at home

Yet fish swim
As at home
& I have heard it said
Fish fly, too

As I have seen
At home, although
Not often
And only once if truth be told

To this warm breeze
I say ay
What a lovely thing it is
Stroking me the way this does. (& init)

My flesh is white
A top is my head black haired, hot
Expectantly


I look out towards
this sea as at home
Allowing me to drift here,
away