Poolside poetry

Lap. Says the water.
A Slow hum.
Pierced with an occasional squeal and splash.
Deep beneath the surface you can hear it.

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as i am

could you take me as i am

or would you drop me like a sham?

could you let go of fantasy

and be content to lie beside me?

could you love me and my flaws

or would you leave me because… ?

could you forsake the image of perfection

and flavor your existence with my confection?