Catch Me

You cast your line

and it somehow found me in the depths:

Dark water I'd fallen into some time before.

A line to bind the land to the sea,

Baited heavily.

I took your bait willingly.

It's not that I don't see the hook,

in fact,

"Made you look!"

with your Fisherman eyes.

Baiting...

I'm waiting...

for you to reel me in...

Read me a thousand mermaid tales under a seagull sky.

Tell me, are you angling for a catch of the day? Or something with more permanance and stay?

It's not that I don't see the hook,

Or that you're baiting,

But I'm still waiting...

Enfold me in print with your salt and pepper smile.

I often have the thought that you might be here for Sport.

Tell me, Do you let them writhe on the line? Or throw them back in kind?

Either way, once they swallow the hook, it sticks in the gut.

So, I'm weighing up the details on my damaged sea scales...

It's not that I don't see the hook,

It's just that I too, am baiting.

I'm waiting.

Biding my time.

I need to be sure that you can catch me.