Wooden Pins

white of your thigh parallel lines where you calf disappears the ripples are smeared calm as the clouds trapped in the cloth when the threads come undone do we wade in or run? cursive in white now you're wet to the touch I'd swim after you but it won't be enough cursive in white now you're wet to the touch I'd swim after you but it's never enough the hemmed edge obscures more of the sun in a pillar of shade that cuts like a blade feet going numb under algae scum when the bloom happens here will we give into fear? cursive in white now you're wet to the touch I'd swim after you but it won't be enough cursive in white now you're wet to the touch I'd swim after you but it's never enough wooden pins trap me to your line like a white flag I'm here just hung out to dry wooden pins leave dents in my skin take me down fold me up put me back in the bin