The lovers pool
How do the lovers know
they are being lifted?
They whirl like fish
with instinct current
under blind light
of somewhere, surface
rub against the tender
the rounded
the slippery belly.
They need not know
as they pass their pain
and spit, salt
flowers of sweat
bubble, drag
of all their hollows.
They rise with green
columns, water and air
across throat bands
hands, organs of love
finger ready, deep and surface
lips with breath
of timing.
(If youčre not ready
you drown
floating later in a pool.)
Lovers rise to the light
splashing, choking.
Targets.
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Jill Jones
50 Ruby Street
Marrickville NSW 2204
AUSTRALIA
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