The water flows around me as I swim,
The way your eyes followed
the rise and curve of my breasts
below the neckline of my dress.
I'm glad to have that one treat,
that bit of warmth to give you,
Wishing your eyes had been your hands,
slipping gently over my body.
Like the water, as I swim,
over and around,
My love for you rises in clouds of happy
laughter to greet the stars.
Yeah, yeah, I know I'm supposed to be watching the clock,
keeping track of my time as I swim.
I get lost when I try to follow the clock and the coach's
instructions and always end up miscalculating
the elapsed time. It takes me approximately twenty-two strokes
to swim 25 meters in about twenty-five seconds,
so I try go by that and am really disappointed
when it takes longer. Inevitably, that is what happens
and I end up taking about twenty-five strokes. Damn.
Being in the water is a sensual experience and,
having been away from the pool for nearly a week,
I was happy to be able to jump into a lane the other night
and feel the water flow around my body, and to
enjoy the physical effort of swimming ...
and to also enjoy those times when the water,
the lights, and the prismatic colors conspire to help me out
by giving me an idea for a drawing, or whatever.
Now if they would only conspire to help me learn the clock.
