the cavalier pool

you remember her in the old
pool painted an aqua green
with the lion heads
shooting water into the low
end. you have a photo
of her somewhere, floating
in the middle with a flower
petal cap, smiling
and waving like a child.
the glass roof arched
above the water,
curving sunlight down,
the clouds, the blue
swim of sky above her,
she waved you in
to catch her, to kiss her
wet lips,
to hold her and be afloat
with her on this summer
day in june. she wanted
you with joyful tears
to swim with her
in this boxed sea, to be
as close to love
as you could get without
drowning.