Nets

Our love is


a sister of the light;


deftly, she unwinds


our shadowed nets.


Where they become


keening shawls


to shelter loss,


she pours oil of ease.


From underneath


she rips the knots,


the mass of algae dream


unties and drops.


And the reeds


woven to cover


fear of the deep,


drift and slip.


Lines of empty eyes


that caught and held


everything blindly,


surge and see.


Water


urges us


to fluency.

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