To dive underwater, a little tipsy.
The sound system’s drowned out, warpy.
Water’s a little foggy, it burns your eyes.
Beautiful bare legs kick and plié.
They look so smooth.
Your hair ripples behind you.
I never want to leave here.
The horror of coming up for air.
Sliding along, skin brushes skin.
Softness among strangers.
Through blue-tinted sun glasses.
Through thick plastic goggles.
Through deflating inflatables.
It’s a vanishing vision seen in 360 by seaketa.