Catch and Release

We wait for it
The writhing hatch to flow
from fresh mouths

Can’t resist
the fleck, wet wings
quilting light

Hit quick
Hunger numbs
the lip to the nick

Thrill the swim
against our own mouth
and every known current

Pulled by unseen line
into someone’s sight, the pool
of a chest, the net

We pray for wet hands
To be inexplicably held
and slide away unscathed

No hand-shaped cloud
tattooed upon
the skin’s egress

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