Sunday, April 15, 2007

The Landing

She landed belly up
on the velvet cushioning
of the chaise longue,
lips parted as air
cut her gills.

A foreign element
so unlike the silken fluid
that usually grazed them.

The hook pierced
the pink-ridged roof
of her mouth,

lure of steel,
flash of light.


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