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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

Have linked this up for OLN at dVerse. Come play with words with us.

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