Aquarium Street
Opulent aquamarine, or
the sunken pearl

of the bottom of your shoe
via concrete via here with you,

the graffiti of the night
becomes you like the first

salt cusps of the summer evening
entwined in the sarsaparilla

ink pot of the night we
meander through, an

aquarium noir-esq stroll
across the eggroll sidewalk,

we are forgotten, in the
school of fish beneath

the day glow formica,
sharp intake of breath

here with you.