Thinking of the glory days,
docked,
floating,
skin wrinkling,
pruning,
smiles, smiles, smiles, cracked fresh,
fresh; fruitful.

Fish with flesh,
tiny nubs of teeth nibbling on dead skinned feet.

I bathe.
I bathe in water liquid smooth skinned fluid flowing flown.

I fly.
I fly though atoms,
push hand-cupped chunks of doubled hydrogen, hidden oxygen
I cannot break, though I wish.
Oh how I wish.

I feel.
I feel rocks,
rotting logs,
small, stumbling, mushy soil,
kicked up by those smiles --- Summer.

Summer soaks through my skin, sweet liquid comfort caressing senses, slowing down, softening blows of structure, society, starvation, stagnation, sending me to a sanctuary, to pure sobriety, serenity.

Liquid licking flesh speeds up my sexuality, my simple slippery sensual seduction sliding slyly between the sunken valley sitting between my stems.

Water fuels me.

Summer.
***.
Summersex.

I feel
Liquid
all around.
I am floating through my summer;
Swimming through ***.
Swimming with.
With: in connection to; in sync.
Aside. Astride.

Summer; swimming.
Summer; ***.

Stroke, stroke, stroke. I float.