In truth, I am not outside the desire yet,
but imagine that it is like the time I was swimming laps
in Ventura, and a boy left his lane, dove to the floor of the pool,
and began swimming underneath me, slowly rising until his back
brushed my chest. Still swimming, my hands cutting through
the water around him, I stared down at the water-pale body
miming my own, and he turned his head upward toward mine
and grinned. We swam this way to the wall, turned, and kicked off
into different directions. There is nothing about your body
I miss, and yet staring down into the wavering water, I cannot think
of anything but its appearance, the finer fluency of its absence.

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fluency really? can I trust you? -good: water. flowing. flows more readily, more easily without?
rw: the water-pale body / miming my own (vDaily-longish) // ...miming - is the less fine fluency, you mean it?