Night Fishing

You reel in light – disturbed
by thinking’s whipped pulls
on your weightless lines –
not intended to really catch
Sleep is disturbed – it disturbs
with a spinning glinting fish
which is yours – a wide cast
to not knowing what is met
below a slowly-oiled surface
It hooks onto one more loss –
a fix into tender bared flesh
in his bloodied open mouth
Bubbled – his words of hate
spit in a heaved landing net
of bed sheets wet with sweat
And you see –  as yet awake?
That glint off slapping scales
in sunlight – he is thrown back
But he still disturbs your night