Poetry: "TONIGHT I SIT, A TANKFUL OF FISH" by Geraldine Green. In La Luciole

TONIGHT I SIT, A TANKFUL OF FISH
tonight i sit
still as glass
your face held
between my hands
it is still
as cut glass
it is still
as crystal
clear as a pool
tonight your face
is a round green mirror
clear as bells in china
clear as cut glass
as clear to me as if
you are here
tonight it is still
i sit on the moon
it is night here and i sit
still as the moon
still as glass
tonight you are here and it is all
ice and glass
your face held
in my hands
my hands of cut glass
in my cut glass bell
and we lie on my bed
round as the moon!
tonight i sit holding your face
and i see you smile
and i see you nod
and i see your eyelids blink
how they blink!
see your nostrils widen
cut glass nose of rocking horses
i see you wake
and feel me waking
and
i do not know who we are
and
i know who we are
and i feel your skin breaking
feel your flesh waken
and we are children again
our pens full
our books empty
desk lids banging
up and down
our knees touching
and us giggling
tonight i sit
still as glass
in an empty tank
full of fish.
by Geraldine Green
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