Fluid Body

To wear the Lake one must enter slowly.

Eyes cast forwards, ambivalent almost.

Ankles lapping the pooled rippled bite.

Carves stream stories to the curved knee nooks.

Goosed thighs pillared straight, anticipate.

Step forward.
Stance wider.
Soles spread.

Knees give to please the thighs, slow to arrive. A rising surface.

The Lens of longing.
Limbs. Sending songs of shiver further.

Shells are falling. Given to the water.
Accommodate this body a while.

Allow this motion to pattern still surface.
Swallow my form.
Swallow my form.

Drawing in requires fullness yet asks formlessness.

Pelvic bowl tilts and returns.
Eb and flow. tilt and return.