Sitting alone and virgin in the dark,
I watched fin-crusted wet-suit
fail to obscure humanity within.
Pulled from murky depths
to light and bondage,
he struck and struggled.
Sequels gave him pathos.
Swimming beneath the girl,
he mirrored her crawl in backstroke,
mutely signed “Notice me! I am!
In this my element we could unite.”
(Words he could not say I heard.)
A bull-prod taught him better.
His own groin smooth and useless,
he shrank from phallic rods
of those with power and knowledge.
Altered to breathe on land and caged,
he broke free to sink,
drowned by familiar darkness.
Lights up
left me in the world I had to walk.
