stay in this river,
pale fish with your scales containing
the memory of other bodies
of water (like: the seas, a stream,
this small spot on the riverside,
a tiny accumulated swirling pool
of freshwater (is me) is containing itself near
the still mangroves.
if you would please, stay
here and sleep under the mangrove's
silent roots, like arms, while
my molecules drift upon
you, a light touch, the particles rearranging
itself to remember the form you take on me,
oh silent pale fish.
'by jacob dominguez'
1 here 2 by me