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Sweetly, I shed my skin and dip a naked foot in the cool water.
Sinking slowly, the water washes my senses, bubbling warmth rising from the poetry of our pictures.
I think back to the kisses we shared, those you now share with another man, the same that time after time left me empty. The mouth you once yearned now lays on my face behind the unforgiving glass, something to be admired and not desired, to appreciate but not loved.
My lips have always had the best intentions, but even my sincerest attempts have always fallen short. I have been too soft, too gentle, exuding feminine wiles and not raw masculinity. You thought me like a painting from an artist one likes peripherally: ingenious, striking, and altogether too much unlike what you like to place me on the walls of your bedroom.
In the water I feel your presence. Like the ghost of your head on my pillow, the poetry that would burst from my fingers at the very mention of your presence falls silent. The waterfall stills, quiets, and dries. We hid behind the curtain of blue water, and now alone, I shield my eyes from the sun.
My fingers grown cold.
I've been keeping you warm for this moment, been with only you so utterly alone.
I sink to the bottom of the well.
The clear water fills my mouth, winks at my dry eyes. Reaching out I can feel where they stand, intangible as they are.
Within the swirling current, I see my reflection.
Rising back into the world, I am reborn, tears and freshwater on my new face.