
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
Day 9: The poem I never showed him
September 6, 2006 10:38 PM
Nightswim (An Isolated Instance of Non-gravity)
I am weightless
underwater
and you are
my scrawny Hercules,
carrying me easily
from shallow to deep
in the cradle of your arms
while kissing
warm and wet.
I let you see more of me
than anyone
every pale hidden inch,
every imperfect part.
And you
asked for more.
Wet bathing suits
hang dripping
back in a world
with gravity
but the moment
stays for days
and keeps me floating.
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