POLYDACTYLIC LONGING
I love her
She doesn’t know I exist
She won’t talk to me
I can’t tell if she’s looking at me
or through me
Her eyes are large, but can they make me out
Through the glass that separates us?
It is a cruel world that holds me back
If I could I would drown in her presence
Her arms
But they can’t reach me
Her wide eyes
They can’t see me
I cannot speak of my passion.
Would the staff still let me into the aquarium
If they knew I loved a squid?
I love her
She doesn’t know I exist
She won’t talk to me
I can’t tell if she’s looking at me
or through me
Her eyes are large, but can they make me out
Through the glass that separates us?
It is a cruel world that holds me back
If I could I would drown in her presence
Her arms
But they can’t reach me
Her wide eyes
They can’t see me
I cannot speak of my passion.
Would the staff still let me into the aquarium
If they knew I loved a squid?