Swimming Scene from Creature from the Black Lagoon from Issue 62
You hit the water clean, a slice of light
Against a battered boat. Virgin queen
Of dark wet places, dive between
The unseen underground and rise up white
As water lilies, firm as fishes. Stroke
On stroke, you’ve trained so long, you’ve learned
To do this right. How can you know that stroke
For stroke and just below the grilled one turns
With your turn, matches every move you make?
Today he shook himself awake, and there, above,
Your moon-white belly. The fading wake of
You along the ceiling of his old wet dream. The ache
Of it. For you are filled and filled with sweet warm
Gases that uphold you and would poison him.