how skinny is your swim…

dipping skinny         

          venus spotlight

 

 two billion ways to

         locate stars

 

limbs fly through water

        : propellers of flesh strokes

 

lips

        singed from mosquito wings

 

soft water dried from ember

         flight of bonfire spirit animals

 

moon light too shy

         to compete with planets

 

but if it were to slide

         into view

 

its gleam would stop

          on breasts, milky drips

 

terrible swimmers, but 

         floating

 

nipples like hooks digging in

         to tread the rest along