The velvet lake skin shone darkly at dawn
and if you cared to brush your fingers
along its surface you
would have felt
its cold resistance melt
against your skin
an unwise young bass would have risen
to nip your little finger, shy,
a kiss, surprising you both.
Mark Goad is a poet now living in the Boston metro area (USA). Born in Ohio, he has lived and studied in Chicago, Geneva, Switzerland and Boston (with sojourns in Connecticut and rural Nebraska). Undergraduate and graduate studies have been completed in English Lit., German language, theology and philosophy. His work has been published previously in Assisi, BAPQ, epiphany, Bluepepper, Decanto, Extracts, Crannóg and other literary journals.