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you are a calm pool with a beckoning stare
I want you on my skin
I want to dive in
but what if the gaze I see is only mine in wet reflection

naked I wade
the white light of the moon clothing me
until your silver film hangs about my shoulders

I watch to see if the rings retreat to your banks
if they do I will glide and hide among the branches of the willow
take back my steps
bury my ego in your mud

if instead the rings flow to me
in waves multiplying I will know
will no longer tread to keep the air safely in my lungs
but let you cover me, invade me,
breathe into me

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