I lay
Languid
Floating
Face-down, then face up
In a pool of warm brown coffee
Soothing
The light from a disco ball
Shining shimmering on black walls
And from the black ceiling falls
Sleepy music that does nothing but calm
And then you are here
Black bathing suit, pony tail hair
I lay back and float like despair
Wait for your backstroke to beckon you near
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