I’ve got a pond
And no clothes
My lover ripped them off of me
I yell, and nail and squeeze
I get in
I wash my feet
And the water is not cold
It’s kindly warm
and
There’s a steam
Grabbing my limbs
it
appears like fingers
Love fingers
I immerse
A door left open
He’s missing too
Nobody says two without tools
I bathe
And he washes
In the pond of warm honey
I sight him
He sights me too
But too doesn’t come
Without this much of a due
We are electric lovers
And we are mad
We have fights
And then we run
Into the pod
And as we bathe we look
For reasons to don’t drown
ourselves in
the
fishes say we are smart
and
that it’s
all about smartness
but
We kept alive all these years
Without drowning
And using this simple method
Of washing and noting
That we are everything except smart
We don’t drown
But we burn
The sun’s baking
And I tell the fishes relationships
are not about smartness
