The Swimmer
Who is this seal-like creature swimming towards me? He, half bare, though broad as a man Seeks love, as do I. To unite is to set free The suppressed fire of his heart. His eyes are misted mirrors. They, glassed colourless crystals, need protection; not exposure. He, a failure, has nothing to lose. The water knows this. Its blueness shrouds him As does the darkness of his past. He, flesh-raw, reaches me: grasping; grappling; staring. Seeing himself in me He falls, submerging like a stone beneath the surface, Swimming away to other golden shores In the hope of finding himself once more. Comments are closed.
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