waters

cool waters

I dipped my foot in
no warmth
immediately rushed to my skin
I pause
I do not want to waddle
I can’t call this home
I might soon want to
return
And yet I succumb
the ground beneath
feels altogether
soft, made of goodness
something I’d like to lie
in
but stand on? and trust?
Er,
I want –
not the dry stuff
but the moist,
it’s all clinging
and wrapped around my pinky toe
(how do you make me feel so -?)
and deep within
inside
if the waters could seep in
and flow through every part
this would still be an
illusion
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