They swim out on currents of muscle,
roll over the crest of hip and thigh,
watch for the wave that tosses them
up and out
to ride high on a back,
surf the groove across neck and shoulders,
slide down long bones,
every joint and bend a chance
for something to happen,
eyes scan the close horizon
for possibilities, wildness
erupts in a tangle of leg,
magnetic center pulls them in
on a single breath,
pulsing multi-limbed
when a sudden thrust spins them off
into eddies gently circling each other,
exploring distance newly created
until the tide drifts them back
on the small touch of
elbow to thigh, palm to torso,
floating there, waiting.
