The Angler-Hunter's Lover

I’m happy to accompany you, dear,
to anywhere you please, and farther still.
The haunts of redfish, grouper, tuna, trout
are open to us, secrets of the water
bare and frail, besieged by machinations
of a fisher, deep into the bay.
The forest, ancient as it is, is naught
before the death I carry. What a fear
that lives in me. What terror eats away
the trophies we preserved to last: young buck,
shellacked bass, hoary boar, long nights, our love.