Don’t fall in love with the pool boy;
it’s the light on the water
making him shimmer,
and probably the heat,
and you could be easily mistaken,
fooled by a mirage
into thinking that he could love you
in a new way.
Notice where the sight of him
touches you,
follow the ribbon into new places
without letting him know;
he doesn’t need the complication
and you have all the power
even though you are only
just now discovering it.
You can watch him as he works,
intently fishing flotsam
to clean the space for others’ pleasure.
You can notice his generosity,
the unconscious youthful grace
and practiced balance
at the water’s edge.
Draw your gaze back to the ribbon,
the thread of yearning
and spaces long neglected,
the pulse of desire.
Make room for the throbbing
so when light and water
call more clearly
you can slip into immersion.