Lassie's Poetry Part 2

Partially Clothed: Here's to Both of You

I don't spend my time on the kitchen floor anymore

At least I haven't in awhile

Lately I've been learning to be comfortable with myself

That I don't need some dramatic surge of love to take my clothes off and jump

Into the freezing cold water

Still it would be nice if that dramatic surge of love

I have for two people who don't even speak anymore

Would accompany me in my dive

Of course I've had a few grand surges of love follow me and consume me for a few months

But each one was different

Both of you, yours were different

And maybe I shouldn't be so hard on myself

So, here's to both of you and unwritten poems because I'm about to write them all at once

In the lies of morning I won't pretend that the freezing impact of the water doesn't burn my skin

Or that the compression of water pushes me down after I pierced the surface with my dive

In fact I might even take a shower on the shore of my lake

And let out every ugly sound in my body that I couldn't make in front of somebody else

So, here's to the both of you and the newly written poems stuffed under my bed

But I think it's time for me to find another lake to skinny dip in

Hell, maybe I'll try the beach next