Submarine and the Leaf

Your skin does such a good job of keeping you in 

It’s a consummate professional 

Chief exec of containment 

Your submarine body solid in water 

I am an autumn leaf in spring 

Drifting in your orbit 

Grazing on the cabin window 

Could you come out to meet me 

But you say one crack and the tide rushes in

Or out, no, out the tide rushes out of you

And along the sandy beaches 

With the tourists and their rented umbrellas

And you don’t want to ruin a holiday you say

So let’s stay like this 

The opaque and the translucent

Attempting saturation

Trying to wash ourselves together 

With a colour catcher in amongst us 

The submarine and the leaf

It was the shortest tale that ever lived