Fisher Girl

She has many names
     I have but one
She has many loves
     I have none

She sees me move
     I watch her cast
She smiles slow
     I jump fast

She hooks my heart
     I thrash around
She lifts me up
     I hit the ground

She melts my butter
     I swim some more
She squeezes lemons
     I love her lure

She is a cook
     I am her dish
She is a fisher
     I am her fish
 

© Julia E. Maresca