Liquid Confidence

I took 116 breaths before I took that dive and under I went I can’t even tell you what those first moments of submersion are like they are numbing and reactive and they move the entire pool. I swam laps until my arms hurt then I thought of you looking up at me in slow motion like I usually do first your head then your eyes. My expectations are too high until I hit that cool cool water and interrupt the bouncing light-glitter. I picture your forceful body diving and every single one of your back muscles moving like ripples themselves. You can’t be mean to me in the water baby that just wouldn’t be fair and it slows you down anyway so please try to remain cursive my love it’s only a matter of time before someone else decides to come take a dip.

What if I got black food coloring and covered up all the glitter that would be pretty evil wouldn’t it or maybe it’d be provocative and we’d come every night at sunset. Maybe it’d act as a perfect reflector of the sunset or maybe it’d swallow all the color I guess there’s only one way to find out right? Suddenly I’m aware of how translucent the water is and it makes me feel exposed and crystalline. Let’s get out of here you liquid angel let’s rejoin the world let’s go dabble in other various states of matter. What if we could love each other in a plasmic state no shape no volume just fluidity baby that’s real freedom all those positive and negative charges swimming around unbothered. There’s opportunity for change in each moment you know we don’t have to slip into some catatonic state but isn’t it wonderful my love to know that the world can even feel this calm and placid when it’s whirling at 1,000 miles per hour?