Water is scarce so share the gulps

You tell me that

if you love something

then let it go

but my neglected goldfish

would have other words

when it is gurgling toilet water

and so would I

under the same care,

but you don’t understand

either of us

*

The shadow

doesn’t share itself

with darkness;

it is gulped

like a tongue

in a wet kiss

or

a cock that waddles

into a hole

for the first time

even though it doesn’t know

what it’s doing,

it does,

it feels,

and it fills,

sharing itself with someone

until it is gulped

and

alone later on,

waiting for them to come

when they don’t,

the shadow is lost

under the undercurrent

of bed sheets

because night is everywhere,

which is good for you

and your hand

and the shadow of a hole

below

*

I wish I

didn’t know that

ignorance was bliss

because even that

is too much

to know

when there

is so little bliss

to unknow