By Lily Estrada
I do not swim for the sky, The
sky is only there.
Sirius, Arcturus, Rigel.
I swim for the warmth
That emanates from the fire.
The glow that flickers
From its bright orange flames. I
swim for the sound
Of crickets and the soft
Music from my speaker. I
swim for you,
Who swims beside me
And only sees the sky.
You see the sky, but I
Only feel you. I swim
For the water, and it is dark. It
is still, quiet, and dark, And I
should be scared.
But when I float, I have
The crickets, my music, warmth,
And you. And it doesn't feel Like
water anymore.
Sirius, Arcturus, Rigel.
I don't swim for the sky. I
float through it.
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