You float with blue, tinted eyes;
oh, Simone.
Dreams of your strawberry toes,
hanging between moistened planks;
dissolving, diluting in current.
Smiling from a photo,
your eyes are gauze;
behind glasses and
dampened hair.
Leaning forward,
receiving me;
looking upward;
hoping for approval.
You float with blue, tinted eyes;
but cannot tell.
I push the water,
with prayer shaped hands;
warm and dark.
You fell into my mouth,
warm and salty;
whom am I tasting?
