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Pool

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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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