el agua oscura venía como miedo
dark water flowed like fear over the inverness,
taking but moments to afflict my peace.
is it true? my dear,
it has as much truth as you care
to invest therein. well that’s not good enough!
you don’t say?
i heard those things and didn’t care.
i hadn’t come that far to be intimidated and, too,
i suspect i had to not care to be un-broken
by what i already knew came later.
are relationships like the hull of a ship, curving
up on both sides away from water,
lest they founder.
are they wet tissue in the wind?
i’m a sucker for a disposition, a look
and a sharp mind, but
perhaps i need to love around the corner more.
with my third eye.
like birds looking sideways at
everything.
perhaps I need to learn what? how
to boil a kettle
without an open flame?
metonymy4u 
At this time of night, more and more, I find myself reading poetry out loud. I loved reading this piece – it is dramatic, and like all your writing, so interesting.
Julia – wow you totally made my day! 🙂 escpecially since i was having judgments about this one not “being good enough” to post…thanks for the reading too! more and more i’m writing by sound –reading works aloud while i write, to check cadence and vocality. cheers!