My life is strewn in a light-filled pond,
and I'm swimming to catch the pieces

Like soft glass it slips round
my fingers,
glistens beauty

Remembering now, as I do, about waterfalls,
the reason they're captivating

Is the way that the light plays on breasts
as we stand beneath them

Slipping into someplace where the skin
catches droplets and collects them on lips