A fish flying high
in the breast catches its death,
breath falls
from the ladder of
my heart.
Blood waits helpless
A mermaid
lashed to a tower of salt
like dead weight
my mind sinks
on the clear line of
your smile.
To drown in your presence
at the end of reason
self shines naked.
It is all I've got
to hook touch
to thought.
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I like this a lot. I like the ending, attempting to connect touch with thought. It's got some memorable lines too. I think it's wonderful writing.