Aahh! ... He Climbs Up Out The Pool
And Six Feet of Tiny Rivulet Jewels
And Gem-Droplets, Run and Sparkle on His Skin
Sunshine-Glitter and His Grin! ... and then
… of course, He has to Dry
Yet, Breeze and My Eyes and Heartsong… Sigh
… at Such A Desirous Sight
The Man is… Watertight!
My Moon-Tide… and My – World-Wonder
Ha! ... I Think, I’ll Push Him Back Under…
… He’s Watertight!
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