Shy Perch Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Soft and firm, but cold,
I see you slide about
Kissing everything below,
Even what the sun can't see.

He must be part fish too.
How he bobs and sinks and bounds.
Yes, I could splash with him,
But I don't.

If I were you, I'd move in close,
Offer him your back to ride,
Show him where his gills should be
And how to flick a tail.

I'd nibble at the moss
Running round his nipples,
Trace it down his chest,
His navel and beyond.

If I could get that close
I would-
Instead I linger here
Torturing my toes.

But you! What's stopping you?
Don't dally here with me.
Make waves with Neptune's pal
And kiss him since I can't.