I can't wait until you breathe on me at night!

no one in the water yet.
the smell of chlorine cuts
the noise, which is so loud
you can hardly remember why
everyone is here.
shadows step on you,
the pressure growing as
the sun sinks. you want
to sink with it.
instead, you outrun the noise
and you dive.

You slice the water, slash it, push it
behind you, but it never fights back.
You slide through the water and it
caresses you softly, as though
it has been clinging to the sunlight
all day, just for you.
You cup your little fingers, hands
slapping the surface. The sounds
of the people and their shadows
alternate with the fast-moving silence

of underwater.
At the deep end of each lap the ground
falls away, but you feel safe.
Air would have let you fall.
With each breath you are more eager
to plunge back into the warm
support of water. Breathing
is a hassle.
When your limbs ache with a pleasant
soreness you cannot ignore, you drag

yourself out of the water.
Gently, it tries to pull you back.
The rippling splashes fade into
Where they come from. Whatever
you throw at it, water can heal
its own scars.
His scars would not
heal. Water is the universal solvent,
and he needed to dissolve.
You don’t know him.

You know only the cold hand that
reached into your heart
and twisted it,
painfully, on its axis as you watched
Grandmother’s eyes when she
mentioned him, in passing,
by accident.

But the noise,
then the silence—
you can understand
why he wanted this.

It was the faint smell of chlorine
on your skin; that’s
what reminded her.
Not five minutes after your
wet hair had begun to dry,
her tears spilled over and
ran down her cheek.

(Fight or flight,
air or water.)

You told her
they were there
to stroke her face.

You are a dream
I could have for a thousand sleeps,
A wonderful dream
in a moonlit night of loneliness,
Of winding roads
where our hearts may never be lost,
Of silhoutted horizon
where our love is unnoticed by most,
Of soaring mountains
where there are no impediments,
Of azure skies
where broken vows are ours to mend,
Of shallow rivers
where our memories may never sink,
Of hourless forest
where a never ending story do exist;
Yet you are only a dream
I could have for a thousand sleeps
A wonderful dream
in a moonlit night of loneliness.

I never expected I would turn to loving someone,
But being in love is a thing I couldn't stop now.
I could tell the whole world that it is you
That I have been looking for, somehow,
And I don’t want to be any further away from you
That I am right now.

My tongue will always express the truth;
I will never comfort you with those wicked lies,
For I don’t want to be in your rear view,
For I don’t want to be drowned in my cries.
And the memories we shared will always remain,
That I treasure in my demise.

There are no more secrets hidden in my eyes,
And my mind is always screaming out your name.
My days that were so hollow has been replaced
By the love that I could always claim;
And this story is penned by our entangled hearts,
That I could find no ending.