‘ Fado ‘ ~ Briar Wood

He always loved the sea

so much more than me

you could envisage a remoteness

In his mao mao eyes

Nipples like radiate limpets

and sandpaper hand shake.

Born under the sign of Pisces,

he was perpetually drawn

towards large bodies of water.

Bold as the break

on a West Coast  beach.

Swept off cold feet

swimming in neritic  zones,

Anemone tentacle kisses,

clung like a succubus.

Chiton armour tight.

Nobody found out

the discarded garments

or how he drowned.

I only know when

I open my mouth

bubbles stutter out.

photo: SarahA  O’Leary