I saw you swimming beneath
The lucidity of my broken
Skin
Like a pale fish, fins of
Desperation
I watched you dive deeper
Into the pool
With colors all around you
Like sharp knives
Wrought with unseen peril
But I did not fear you
As you slithered in between
the coral of my fragile
bones
But stood fascinated by you.
There may be a time
When your delicate fins may
Discover the colors inside me
And turn them into
Weapons
Bent on the destruction of my
Natural underwater caverns
If this black dream becomes
My reality
I shall have to carve you
Out
And discard you from my vision
Before the melting color of
Your eyes
Turns me to nothing more
Than bone.