Little Orange Fish

Little 

orange

fish

gliding 

through your

kingdom 

of rock. 

Rapid fin

movements

masquerade

your heartache 

into 

joy. 

You are a 

protector 

not a swimmer. 

Placing my 

hand against

the cold

aquarium

glass

I clutch 

the song

of the filters

flushing the 

water clean. 

You conjure

your little 

orange fish

magic

and tuck

my 

secrets away. 

As I hold

my

own

life lonely

swim, 

you dance

your sunset 

orange to 

fill my heart. 

Tapping 

your orange

fin on 

your inner 

world glass

to meet mine.

Our language 

meets in-between

air and water

and we both

move to our 

worlds 

awake

and seen.