Lake-wet and found forgiving, patch-work body and pasture-raised pleasure, rolling in the grass and basking in bare-skinned clarity. They were right, you are a fairy.
Water filled to the brim, may I drink from your fountain, may I toss my pennies in, and is a wish like a prayer, or should I save my change for rain? Filling puddles like copper lakes, putting a snake in for Heaven's sake, splitting my own rib and calling it mate.
When I first saw you it was just your reflection, you caught my attention, doubling your beauty with your liquid presence. I asked if I could come in and take a dip in your drip, you nymphaeum of bliss, and you said "Yes, yes but not yet.", like the breath we share before a kiss, like the moment before sunset, like the bed unmade around our shapes, like the ripples our forms in this pool radiate.
I must grow gills because you took the breath right out of my lungs.