I KNOCK at your door,

My hands liquid.

I am out of my leagues.

I see the iced smile and the appearance of welcome.

I know all is pearlescent.

Shark teeth glisten.

I open my mouth and out pours my passion.

Your thoughts on submarine motives,

Sounding sonar on my depths.

I stand as if a lone splash of courage

Amid a churning sea,

Of chum and carnage.

Swimming toward shore I look back

Eyes straining for a ripple,

Along my passage.