Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
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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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