The green lake slowly shimmers in your brown eyes.
We talk too loudly, and mercifully you do not mention
the blackness growing into a shadowed haze in mine.
Dark as mold, it creeps inward like pond scum to flood
and choke out blue lotus flower irises. We watch as 
the two white swans beyond the concrete pier dive
down to hell, rushing backwards in memory and time,
finding at the lake bottom: our childhood, my open heart,
and years later, your sad, pitying smile. It drowns me.