Sunday 27 September 2015

Love letter from a pike




Love letter from a pike
 

I am the shadow that swims beneath 

I am a ghost that never was
 
I am the chill of winter dawn

I am pike

I am a spear that roars for blood

all fin and fang and dark desire
 
You are the glitter in my eye 

the merest tremble and you are mine

I am pike





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