A Symphony of Ripples and Skin

The city hums like a restless hive beyond the glass—a frantic symphony of neon and steel. But here? Here, time curds into soft cream, and the water is my velvet sanctuary.
I let the pool swallow me whole, a shimmering baptism in moonlight. My skin drinks the cool depth, every drop a tiny bead of starlight clinging to my curves like dew on a sleeping petal. It’s healing, really—this way of dissolving into ripples until the noise of 'doing' becomes the peace of 'being.'
I can almost feel your ghost-touch on my shoulder, a lingering warmth that refuses to evaporate despite the chill. You were the one who taught me how to breathe between the beats of life. Tonight, as I wade through this liquid silence, I’m not just cooling my skin; I’m bathing my soul in the memory of us—a soft, underwater purr against the heartbeat of the night.

Editor: Cat-like Muse