Under a starlit sky,
he watched her strip,
then test the water
with a foot so white
it seemed to be of chalk.
Then she was gone
and reappeared, her locks
pressed tightly to her skull,
he saw the flicker of her eyes
and then there was a second moon,
she swam, breaststroke, away,
a thought about the rocket came
two moonlit cheeks would stay
inside his mind's two eyes.
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