She slips into the night.
The air, hot as a lover’s breath.
She clutches a towel close to her bare skin.
She scans the dark for signs of life.
No lights or voices
to disrupt her mission.
Palm fronds rustle in the breeze—
whispering, “We’re alone. Go ahead.”
She pauses at the pool’s edge.
Then…
the towel puddles,
a bridal veil on her wedding night.
She enters the water.
It welcomes her
like a lover.
It lifts her,
light as a thought.
She floats—
her skin shimmers,
starlight reflecting in the ripples.
The moon rises,
casting light on her secrets.
Peace and rejuvenation
pulse through her blood.
Her thoughts are young.
She is a mythical siren,
unshackled from time,
drifting in a sea
that could be sky.
Her eyes close,
and in the hush
she dreams—
of forever.