Underside

Bridge, ripples of silver:
a necklace, cut off at my link.
round and round and round
on a bicycle almost a friend.
Flamenco your way,
bizarrely, behind,
beneath the breasted Venus statue
of nothing-but-mist.
I stand naked,
admiring my faults.
Tell me what is underneath
the grass-lidded water
Down there where the eel suckles.
I had no idea
that consequently
I would be so different.