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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?