It was a balmy evening.
Allan was from the Quentin era.
He hid his feminine reality but not his henna red.
The lights were dim and the pool was cool man.
It was winter but the moon shone bright and warm, just like Allan.
With port wine magnolia flowers in the water, he swam like Esther Williams.
Alone.
He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
Breaching.
I watched Allan from a dim room through the glass door.
My heart still feels his freedom on that night.
He has passed now.
His moments of pure joy still remain in all that knew him.
What a deep breath he was.