Anguilla Australis
A poem by me
Wading in the warm,
Eucalyptus-stained water,
A slippery creature,
Slides by my ankles.
The skin she touched burns,
Hot and aggravated.
Like a sudden rash,
Inflamed by interest.
My arms begin to play
A fervent game of tug of war,
The waters’ surface,
My opponent.
The quicksand beneath me,
Has picked its side,
Pulling my toes,
Scheming to trawl me.
Neptune’s string,
Simmers around me,
Budding ubiquitously,
Threatening suffocation.
To tease me twice,
My soles are skimmed,
By the same beast,
Slightly smaller.
Mania spews from my fingertips,
As I feverishly dive below,
Snatching at the stream,
Open-eyed, spluttering brine.
Finally clutching the slimy body
Of a Southern short-finned eel.
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