Fairy Tale

I dreamed of a large fish cresting the waves
the golden shoulders shaking away spray,
sea rising to the sky to kiss the clouds,
a curtain of drapes from heaven to earth.

The metamorphosis is for procreation
but he has been disoriented since he became a fish;
he is searching for his sex organ
among the scales glistening in the sun.

I explore the landscape that maps his consciousness:
coral protrusions, oyster silence of kisses,
algae covering him like secretions. His coming
into me is like stepping into a story book.

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