i wish upon a fish to kiss you

the first time i see your face and

feel our eyes meet on our lips

crayfish-like the out of body

inner blood experience flips

and on stilts our souls meet in our throats

and know each other in steady blips

and embrace to settle on our lobes

anywhere our lobes are set

perhaps next to a dish

coolly beside a fish who is

ogling our kiss

and then proceeds to wish

secretly for this bliss