"What is it about being submerged in water that's so alluring?" you asked me while slipping down into your lake-blanket until you had a hood. You looked like a fish under the surface, your eyes like glossed pebbles rippled in the sunlight's reflection. As you resurfaced I clamored in the back of my mind for an answer to give you.
"I think it's something having to do with the womb. Like how we were submerged in that goop stuff for nine months so we crave it?" I feel uneasy around you, like walking in light-up sneakers again after three hours of roller skating at Johnny's birthday party in fifth grade.
"Goop, gross." And you dunked yourself again in a crystal layer. When you come back up it drips off your skin like melted wax rolling down a candle. Coated in the lake, you glisten. Skin so dewey I could drink you.
...i was thinking about lakes and swimming and felt like playing with character androgyny
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