Don’t let me means you care if I die not?
Swimming down that glimmering pool is love
Ecstatic I guess me I now forgot
Let me dip my skin do damp it above
Rippling blue brightly, seduce me therefore,
I confess I shall wrap my arms on it
I shall cup water like never before
Smell it, taste it, too much chlorine I spit
Please drench me in these chlorinated dreams
Do me a chlorinated water drink
Once soaked up is skin wrinkled in extremes
In the pool, I’m nearing with Death at brink
But pool’s delight anticipated
As always it’s freshly chlorinated
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Forces That Made Us Thinking
PoetryA celebration of free poetic expression of the sensible and the nonsensical life where invisible forces push and pull our ever-expressive beings.