by Christos Polydorou

bluemorphosesIt starts with scales,
around the wrist,
which spread along
the skin, up the arms,
across my pectorals,
down my stomach
and up across my throat,
which begin to split
for gills. My lips begin
to swell, and my vision
begins to lengthen, and I
my urge to be in any body
of water compels me
to leave my desk lap
top pictures pens
and run to the oceans.

I’m changing into a fish.

Not even the Mediterranean
can deny me tonight,
nor the seas, not one
of the seven, as I begin
to swim my way,
to an underwater heaven.

Your love has changed me.