Mackerel Belly Evening Sky

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The peachy coloured
mackerel belly evening sky
above
the two of us,
sipping wine
around the fire
and looking up
at the amazing sunset,
a freshly caught fish
cooking on the embers,
gentle sizzling
complementing
the soft
sussurration
of the lakeside wavelets,
he lay there
bare-chested
and handsome,
we skinny dip,
the water still warm
from the heat of the day,
splashing like teenagers
carefree and care less,
shaking the water
from our hair
like wet dogs,
we dry by the fire
sharing the smoky
fish flesh,
We move closer,
lips and bodies
touching,
and the knife
penetrates
him like he
penetrated
that bitch,
sliding easily between
his ribs,
into his heart,
the setting Sun
reflects,
in his dying eyes,
his last beautiful sunset,
I clean him like the fish,
lights and lungs…

He always said he’d
give me his
Heart,
I don’t think he meant
Quite this literally….

~O~

Words: Martin G. King
Image: John Leslie/Alamy

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One thought on “Mackerel Belly Evening Sky

  1. This is the second uniquely different poem that I’ve read on this blog today. I commend you for your distinctive voice. Nice work.

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