Striking, silvery and quiet as he glides through the water with ease
(going with the flow undetected in the shade)
A dragonfly sunning herself on top of the glistening water. He can’t look away.
She notices his eyes
(or is that the clear blue water?)
and alluring way. She forgets he’s a fish
(and she a dragonfly) and forgets to fly away.
I think you’re beautiful. Would you like to play?
(with a gesture of his lean body and a liquid gaze)
(trusting, she says)
She’s intrigued by his mystery and careful use of words.
(she wants to touch him)
He’s right underneath the surface gulping for air. Her delicate hands can feel his sensitive skin tingle at the touch
(for a moment)
He smells clean and crisp.
( the breeze blows softly… breathe in slowly… Cottonwood… )
In a flash
he leaps out with unusual confidence
(and eats her whole)
(he says quietly)
Slipping away undetected
(into the eddy in the shade)