I Love You Like A Fish-Filled Up To The Gills Poem by Mark Heathcote

I love you like a fish-filled up to the gills.
Ready to take a monumental leap and drown
But you aren't on solid ground.
It's all a fishy tale sung with a siren sound.
And yet, I love you to my soul.
And still, I want to drown.
Be left on the market stall on an icy eiderdown plate.
But even I have no wish to be left
Holding a serpent-discarded ballgown holding my breath.
Holding nothing at all, just a prism of stars
Shining on a breakfast heap of primitive fish bones.
'And when you look more closely they're all yours.'
And yet, I love you to my soul.
And still, I want to drown.
And believe in a fishy tale sung with a siren sound.
Ready to take a monumental leap and drown.