we sit, submerged
in clear, cool blue,
mild chlorine
hangs in the air,
on your skin,
in my hair.
Little waves,
October breathes
kisses into the water,
they send us shivering
down the empty
free-swim lanes.
Before us,
the grandest Dream--
heavy brush strokes
(magenta on navy blue),
they highlight red-orange
your profile--
the warm silhouette
of your smile.
As the city settles
into chilly evenings,
and we soon must dive
into where we may drown,
hold onto the Dream,
you will find us there.
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