You float with blue, tinted eyes;oh, Simone.Dreams of your strawberry toes,hanging between moistened planks;dissolving, diluting in current.Smiling from a photo,your eyes are gauze;behind glasses anddampened hair.Leaning forward,receiving me;looking upward;hoping for approval.You float with blue, tinted eyes;but cannot tell.I push the water,with prayer shaped hands;warm and dark.You fell into my mouth,warm and salty;whom am I tasting?2010 Barry Comer