The summer weather is rare enough to be special
the water was blue-grey in the bay and blue-green at the sand
damn cold water -- you'd have to be mad
i made plane noises and
charged at it like a lunatic shrieking
absorbed in the moment
in the feeling of icy fingers
against my thighs, belly
i could feel my muscles contract
skin trying to escape
breath and heart quickened
the water was clear
and my mind foggy
as I staggered out into the reeling world of air
my skin was on fire and my vision blurred
i wanted to wrap you in my icy limbs
you sensed this and moved away
I put my lips to your cheek instead
in the distance a seagull cried
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