The aquarium scene.

rounding of a heart, glinting through dense glass
like no other, pining for a lover: a strange facade,
crossing like stars, fleeting eyes by eyes.

ten score crosses to bear with a meet,
deeper than boxed salinity, or love’s hand, offered,
with no more than a blue-washed smile, aching

like mortals, death-destined and proud.

shy shoals, working, disperse, like harping starlings;
beauty written into fated skies and flocks,
light sleepless nights; a longing, laboured, weighted.