Pool

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I remember the night, the pool a shimmery jewel, your skin a milky white.

 

The heat, inescapable, drove us from our rooms, like moths to their undoing.

 

Pushed? pulled? we shed modesty, slipped into the water.

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Floated toward each other in a daze and stopped, an arm’s length apart.

 

Where we remained, trapped in a dream, until a light flicked on, flicked off.

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And you, then me, sped to our beds, released from the memory of something never to be.​​​