another suit
slipped, zipped
fit smooth & tight
skin for skin
watching the
tide roll in
each wave greets
a new swimmer
familiar to the sea,
waters lap & slide
past her fresh &
ephemeral hide
but if the swells
calm, slow, show
the diver there's
room to survive
nude & disarmed,
unbreaking, unharmed
she will shed her suit,
buoyed by trust, brave,
peel down & bare skin
untouched & fair 'neath
slippery illusions that hide
a self she saves
(but she's still keeping
a skin for the next wave)