did i catch you in my fishnets?

& did you thrash?
skin & scale--
the school of tuna
with their pencils
in their mouths-- writing
poems about non-conformity 
on the bellies of
the blue whales--
skin graffiti under-
water where the sun is
a bleary-drunk dream
& you felt
me around you--
constricting-- black
mesh squeeze body--
try to kiss me
through the net--
you were the dolphin i
snagged by accident--
the one we pointed 
at from the shoreline--
blue back flashing
between wave
& sun & no 
one believed
in you-- we swore
you were just another
swell or a mermaid 
tempting
us to swim
out past the sand bar--
laughing with
the round bellies of
the gulls--
i waded in
neck-deep & that
was when
i caught you &
you never asked
to be let go--
i'm a emerald-gleaming
python-- 
grip tightening
while you inhale
& inhale until
there is no room
for air
& of course you
grew gills for
me-- pulled
us under water where
no one has
a face & salt sting
in your eyes--
love is blinded &
ripe-tide torrent--
here is where
blue became blue--
snagged 
on a cloudy day 
where there were
at least vaporous 
bodies
to jostle into--
if you hadn't been
so graceful  out
there-- skin 
evincing sun 
revealing the beautiful
simplicity of
our tiny tiny
sky-- so close
that the dolphins
swim on into it
when humans get
bored
of searching for
them on the horizon--
i took my fish nets
off leg by leg
& let them float
off into the water--
i missed them--
the way the
world swarmed 
me when i showed
how easy it
would be for 
a big fish to
swallow me-- my tight
skin & tune-fish scales--
school thrumming
on either side--
i feel the others
in my stomach--
the pulse of
their oceans 
growing quieter--
how long
did it take you
to remember the school
of fish who once 
formed your body?
do you still remember
becoming whole again?
all those gaping
lid-less eyes blinking
in the reflection
of the moon
on the water--
she rises-- fish-net
faced & dripping--
picks us up
in her pale hands
& asks us
what boys & girls
are doing swimming
out past the sand bar
in december--
blue-lipped & marbel
skinned-- 
you mistook yourself
for god &
i mistook myself
again for
a fisher of men--
nets growing back
across
my legs like
ivy-- like vine--
like the good slut--
i hope you
get
caught again--
i liked it when
we were tangled 
so close--
straining in 
the blood-shot
eyed sun--
my father
lines his beer
bottles
up by the side
of the bed-- 
my mother-- cuts
off my fish-
nets & knows
they 
will grow back--
oh lover--
will you
learn what
it means to
be narrow
with me?