No Fooling a Fish

Is that you? A tender voice Familiar

Your skin so soft Often hot

A cloud around my mind Of how I felt for you

The cloud vanishes

Suddenly you're more than you seemed ... and less all at once!

It rained all last weekend And the weekend before

The skies have cleared Green buds pop on trees

Brilliant sunbeams Bird calls slice the air Tickling my eardrums

You often smelled good Nice laugh, smile

Some of your words Pleased me

Formed smokey clouds That always vaporize

Above the tapestry of space and time That

Sometimes will lift you up Where I can see you And hear you

But never smell you I know how your skin feels I know what you mean When you say what you don't mean

Control slipped through your fingers

Your hold on me A wrestling move A headlock On a fish Without a neck