Naked in the Lido

She would climb the wall
under lost summer-light
A crisp swallow-dive
to thrill-chills and delight

Leftover – chalked-up –
a mean temperature
meaning nothing to her
dusk-dipped – cold – a venturer

Surfacing – ripple-waking
that false mirror’s stretch
She gripped – bump-naked –
the pool’s hard edge

A rough-laid return
like a later lover’s slap
then conscious of time
her timed stroke elapsed

Lifted from the water –
moonscape on her skin –
she scattered each drip
back home as her rain

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