Without Gills Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

I woke, to find the house filling
with tears running under doors
under the bedroom
coming up to my bed,
to my heart.

nobody is surprised.
it seems they were all born fish
or seashells…

there's a dead shark
with the same smell of your heart.
when I kiss his closed lips
I taste you, word for word.

Love… rescue me
from this instant frozen in match bloom.
do not leave these hands,
to settle at the bottom of the sea.