weightless thoughtless
stillness touchless
blue green clear silt
wrinkled oak trees above the surface
chlorine sting in the corners of the eyes
my toes, bent with the light
water sneaking past the air in my ear
a gentle stroke on the ankle by an unseen beast
air, waiting, just above
i go down for the quiet
i stay for the water pouring all over my skin, up and down
for the stone colors that never stay when they dry
naked, no matter what i wear
naked, in the water, before myself
naked to my own eyes
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