The fauve, briefly, in the pool
without adverb lovely enough
the shirt fell from the shoulder
the blade of which cut every thought
to its sudden wick
the shadow splayed across your back
a thin elk briefly
in a flex of sunlight
I stood as a hair on end
as the pool received your arc
and you swam the length and back
some dead wet leaves
a mottled canopy above you
then your return
geyser froth!
When you remerged
In the slick of your skin
everything caught:
red and blue and yellow
reflected in rivulets
that rejoined the ordinary
in puddles at your feet
I allowed myself
for that wedge of time
a pimento wish to lick
the color from your lips.
(from FLORID)