daughter

the one that got away was never

meant for me to hold

though i stand barefoot and

firm in silt at the cool water's

edge hands poised to trap the

silver beauty and bring her to

my atmosphere

though she glides into the space

between my palms and our vibrations

intercourse

though i deftly close my hands

around her facile form the grasp only

serves as a warning and propels her into 

deeper waters

she is gone before i can exhale

though my hands are far from empty

as her opalescent scales bedazzle

my palms

Join us this week over at Tweetspeak for more poems on "the one who got away" by clicking on the link below

http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2014/08/25/poetry-prompt-one-got-away/