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By Lydia Date: 2003 Sep 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.13.21.58.25773]] |
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Watching you dance beneath the surface, a simple pleasure of mine. The course of your kicking legs against the fluid weight causes a stir. It is all about you. I see not the ivory tiles with flecks of blue and gold, that frames your silhouette as you swim. A banner wafting in a dream; your hair floats and twists about. It shimmers in the sun and undulates to a rhythm all its own; this below the crisp, liquid, edge that fools the eye. As you tumble and turn in playful precision, I marvel at your physique. My lips part in anticipation as you dart from one wall to its opposing side It is a game I play in my mind, where I can act out both parts. My thoughts are of you. My dreams show me dipping a toe. You brush past. My leg quivers. |