I Saw Myself

Brazenfaced, with reckless abandon
I strip for you
And kneel unblushingly nude
Between the cream blue sliver of April moon
And the trembling rock garden bluebells,
Beyond the invisibility of your secret life.
My language is muscular, obscene,
Untranslatable.
Something new am I, are you;
Are we?
Bottomless lake of monster green,
Serrated fins, plated tails, glittery blackness.
A kitchen light flicks on
In the house of the trespassee.
I watch like it was yesterday.
I consider breaking the first rule of time travel,
Kill us mercifully.