Comments about Ariel
A Plea To Fish
Drowning it seems is a slow process
in the unyielding abyss;
I’m breathing the murky ooze.
If I were a fish
I suppose I would feel at home,
a hermit left alone in the constant dark –
but my lover’s lungs
were meant for air perfumed by you.
I cannot smell you here in the Mariana Trench