so fast in the water,
you make me breathe heavy
trying to catch you, your tan
muscles, and we smile
as we pass, me doing breast, you
the crawl—I love your form.
in the shower, it is hard
for me to look, and now I'm embarrassed
by my body, I want my eyes to rest
on you. And
that kiss I keep
trying to give you, it does mean
something. I think it stands for hope.
I am afraid, I am afraid
you'll swim away, and I'll never
catch you, your blond hair, your blue
speak to me while I try to stuff
my pain in that place where a man like you
does not belong, and even if I let you read
you may wonder what is wrong
with me, why does that man think so much,
why can't he just accept it's all a part of him?