Night Swim

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She swims on a starry night
full of shapes  and lines connecting
dots of light in constellations
she can neither name nor recognize.

She floats in drowning silence
launches her soul in the blackness
but it stops in infinite quiet
and stunned awareness.

Water and air touch her naked skin
where she wills his hands
and write his name on tingly nerve ends
on strangled whimpers escaping.

She swims in mute solitude
Then breaks it with splashes
flips, tumbles, dives as she dips under,
just a girl again, half-fish  half-woman.

She shed her fish scales and long curly tresses
ages ago, but their ghosts linger.
They scream through cracks in the heart
Like a child: “Look! Looook! See what I can do….

I am a fish, a mermaid in blue water,
a siren calling you….
play and dance with me, love me.
Please. Please love me.”

She swims on a starry night
Drowning in black silence.

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About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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17 Responses to Night Swim

  1. Mordanicus says:

    Beautiful and peaceful.


  2. themodernidiot says:

    Agghh! Your lampshade reminds me of this video!


  3. Willy Nilly says:

    I love this one, Em. I sense so many emotions swirling in that silent blackness under the stars.


  4. tonyprance says:

    Sad Emm…hope you are well …Tony


  5. Simply breath-taking.
    You reach places no other poet comes close to.


    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you. If you held your breath, if something wiggled in the pit of your stomach, if a thought of something you lived resurfaced, then it’s all good. And I smile.


  6. PapaBear says:

    Beautifully expressed, Emm. Hugs!


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