Through breaststroke, backstroke, butterfly
They sensed full forms, rehearsed undress:
His trunks, her costume final shields
Flood lighting health.

And water lapped touch messages.

Once, through a party’s haze
She’d shown, he’d seen
Draped breasts and hips a quiver;
Split second limbs
Swirling through flounces’ lift.

In turn she’d sized him up –
Strong torso, muscles taut.

And smoke ringed touch messages.

Then, through another party’s haze
The third time, so they drew
To revelation’s clinch,
Swirl back to flat, on simmer,

And bodies pulsed touch messages.

Through waves of clothing
Opening, shedding,
Two bodies glowed anew
To hold the other gravity,
Clasp shudders full,
Sustain the other flow.

To bath, and there complete
Oblique pools’ cirles

And water lapped touch messages.

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