Your taste
on my mouth
as I fell back
perhaps to sleep
reminds me
of the child
on the bus
who said,
‘We are fish.
The whale
has swallowed us.
I love living
under the water.’
Like him,
I know these things:
I could relieve
that fire
in your belly.
I could slip in
like a fish.
I could travel
with you, I could
be at home
in the wet,
wild world.