You float with blue, tinted eyes;
oh, Simone. Dreams of your strawberry toes,
hanging between moistened planks;
dissolving, diluting in current. Smiling from a photo,
your eyes are gauze;
behind glasses and
dampened hair. Leaning forward,
receiving me;
looking upward;
hoping for approval. You float with blue, tinted eyes;
but cannot tell. I push the water,
with prayer shaped hands;
warm and dark. You fell into my mouth,
warm and salty;
whom am I tasting?