I swim with the tide,
filling my gills
with air fresh, every now
and then, trying a new stroke
to suit my ever-twitching tail
and fickle taste, agile and youthful.
this is my tale, so read on
only if you’re slippery like me,
like moonlighting in the high tide
and swimming in unchartered waters.
i do have facets, you see
that see not eye to eye
and catch the eye of one soul-fish
but not of another shell-fish.
but hear me clear
when i say i bait not
and bite only what comes my way.
i have not charted my own course,
pausing only to rest my fins,
spread them a bit, take in
the corals, only to stream on,
one smooth liner, that’s me alright.
is it my fault if you catch the current
and come swimming alongside?
i do like variety, believe
as i do in Darwin and drawing
from multiple orifices
for nurture, pleasure
and the occasional rupture.
i weather storms well,
it’s when the tide turns
and you’re swept away
leaving me high and dry
that hurts,
not much coz
i’m a hooker, a looker
and i keep searching
for that ever-elusive you.
tell me, is it fishy
to be multiple-timing?
i am multi-faceted, you see
and love all my selves very well.
so, let me gill it
and fly my way.
see me through part of the way
but part before i have to, do.
