swimming pools

I never stared into the depths of a blue swimming pool before.
The vibrant hue always looked so magical beneath the slightly moving surface.
Still, yet moving.
Was there really an end?
If I jumped in, would I eventually stop
or would I keep going because there is no end?

(I don’t want it to ever end)

Would it be a Caribbean temptress so seductive that I forget all reason and dive head first into the clear abyss of warm wetness
letting it encompass me as I sink because I’m a terrible swimmer
ignoring the moving rainbows as I sink down because I’m hypnotized?Hypnotized.

I never stared into the depths of a blue swimming pool before.
A million different shades of blue shining in the light and shadows.
Alive, a blue flame.
Was it really burning?
If I kept staring would I feel it
or would I just get burns from the chocolate of my eyes to the seams of my heart?

(I felt the burn but it never hurt)

Would it be an uncontrollable wild fire in the driest desert so powerful that I’m told to evacuate the hot, smokey air
before it suffocates me as I run through the rubble, stumbling because my feet are sensitive
ignoring the scorch as I run because it set my soul on fire?
It illuminated me.

I never stared into the depths of a blue swimming pool before.
I didn’t dare look on that night under the stars in the warm autumn air.
It stared at me, waiting for me to turn.
To be hypnotized, illuminated. To get lost.
It stared at me, waiting for me to turn.
To drown and feel the burn.
I turned and felt it staring, but didn’t dare stare back.

I never stared into the depths of a blue swimming pool before.
Until I watched it come towards me.
The closer it got, I felt the water bring me to my knees.
The closer it got, I felt the flames set fire to my heart.
The pool got closer, grew bigger.

I was at the edge.
I dived in.

I never stared into the depths of blue swimming pools before you.
I didn’t know how much I would love it.