I saw her face through the crystal water,
the pool dark but the lights in the water,
and the moonlight through the skylight.
The water flickered and shifted, clear quiet,
as I looked up at her, chlorine stinging, tears
shifting angel face, pageboy and bangs.
The war was over, but another was coming,
always wars, rumor of wars, hunger for war,
the sacrifice poured out for our haughty masters.
She was distant; I could only see her face.
She was close; I could come up, kiss her lips.
She was a lover slipping away every night now.
I come above the water, and she smiles,
and she sits on the edge, her bare feet in the pool,
and I rub and kiss them, knowing worship ends in tears.