The darkness holds her quivering
like a girl leaning over a boat.
The ripple of water and light
fool her into believing.
Light penetrates water
and makes folds in places
the wind may have overlooked.
In my world, I never swim,
only will myself to be the one
who is foolish enough to want
to touch the light on water,
where desire follows me
and wraps its arms around
me, body hitting water.
