Poem : Untitled

susan abraham

I, the lipsticked fish
slip-sliding on
a colourless wish, to
brave the crested wave,
criss-crossing, the
limpid pools
of your eyes in its
sliced goodbye, from the dark
so nigh, I
the pragmatist
to your existence, in
an ocean of
preserverance, swimming
on my whim, a
teary soulful dream,
my screams, a well-lit
stream to your silent
watchful gleam.