Woosh­ing above and below the water

among the bub­bles,

her bel­ly was now her bal­last.

A hum­ming­ness that whirred with­in her all the time,

that turned like the soap in her hand,

from one com­fort­able nook to anoth­er,

tuck­ing his feet under her ribs and

nestling his head on the cush­ion of her blad­der.

She rest­ed her hands around her tight drum -

tap­ping a rhythm, singing and wait­ing.

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