Swimming in April

Booch O’Connell | Spring 2022

i wait for you to kick me out.
to hear the roar of thunder and know, then
that i must go.
i try to kiss your surface,
but you melt into my mouth.
you belong to the world
but to me
you’re just mine.
anyone watching can see that -
you
standing, as you are,
Sure.
And me
existing within the gaps of air between us.