Free Style
Not out of my depth
the water is cold
but the view
behind my shaded goggles
is good
I feel each tendon
connecting dispirit parts
My smooth movements
mimic the style
the slip, the slide
we could share a lane
we could
his wet body slicing the water
right by my side
gentle, fast
moving the space between us
sharing the molecular multi-verse
And when we both, as one
hoist our dripping selves up
onto the poolside
I offer one Chickasaw plum
Could he possibly, after all
we have been through
say no
