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Pool
I remember the night, the pool a blue-green jewel,
your skin milky white.
The heat, inescapable, drove us from our rooms;
we shed modesty, slipped into the water and
stopped, an arm’s length apart.
Where, trapped, we floated in a dream, until a
light flicked on, flicked off — and we, you,
then me, fled to our beds, freed from a
memory never to be.
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