Janice
sans red beret
walked with you
to Bedlam Park
where you swam
in the open air
swimming pool
(she swam
you tried
but failed)
there in her
green swimsuit
her arms pulling her
through water
her hands
pushing away
the water’s skin
while you stood
waist deep
gazing at her skills
her wet hair
her bright eyes
you gingerly standing
feet on the bottom
feeling the water’s
pull and push
come on
she said
try to swim
be brave
and you dived forward
into the water
and splashed
and sunk
like some broken boat
water in your eyes
and ears
you rose
helped by Janice
to the surface
choking
and spluttering
wiping water
from your stinging eyes
she had her hand
in yours
holding you steady
keeping you balanced
she apologised
for not helping
should have helped
she said
not just stood
and stared
and you gazed at her
through wet eyes
forming an image
making sense
of the shape of her
her eyes on you
her damp hair limp
against her skin
o mermaid of the deep
you said
where is your tail?
and she laughed
and took you
by the hand
into the shallower water
her warm hand
in yours
her thin fingers
clutching
her damp swimsuit
dripping
try here
in less deeper water
she said
and let go
of your hand
and she lowered herself
into the water
and showed you how
to put your body so
and hands and arms
to move and legs
to kick and push
but all you could hold
in mind
could bring to bear
was her beauty
swimming there.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
Janice
sans red beret
walked with you
to Bedlam Park
where you swam
in the open air
swimming pool
(she swam
you tried
but failed)
there in her
green swimsuit
her arms pulling her
through water
her hands
pushing away
the water’s skin
while you stood
waist deep
gazing at her skills
her wet hair
her bright eyes
you gingerly standing
feet on the bottom
feeling the water’s
pull and push
come on
she said
try to swim
be brave
and you dived forward
into the water
and splashed
and sunk
like some broken boat
water in your eyes
and ears
you rose
helped by Janice
to the surface
choking
and spluttering
wiping water
from your stinging eyes
she had her hand
in yours
holding you steady
keeping you balanced
she apologised
for not helping
should have helped
she said
not just stood
and stared
and you gazed at her
through wet eyes
forming an image
making sense
of the shape of her
her eyes on you
her damp hair limp
against her skin
o mermaid of the deep
you said
where is your tail?
and she laughed
and took you
by the hand
into the shallower water
her warm hand
in yours
her thin fingers
clutching
her damp swimsuit
dripping
try here
in less deeper water
she said
and let go
of your hand
and she lowered herself
into the water
and showed you how
to put your body so
and hands and arms
to move and legs
to kick and push
but all you could hold
in mind
could bring to bear
was her beauty
swimming there.
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