Andy Thomson Poet Free verse

Chrissie's Last Swim

In the twilight glow of drinking
Racing gaily over dunes
Stripping down, a natural beauty
Bouncing curves shaped by the moon

“What’s your name, again?” He questions
“Chrissie,” she calls, rather stunning
He asks, concerned, “Where are we going?”
 “Swimming!” she then answers, running

And so he chases her, enchanted
Awkwardly pulling at his clothes
Into the ocean, bare, she splashes
But to the edge is all he goes

Swimming out, she flaunts her leg
Laughing, he can’t get undressed
She calls him, one last time, to join her
He drunkenly falls down and rests

And so, without him, toward a buoy
On the sparkling ocean shimmer
As an ancient, lurking danger
Hunts the silhouetted swimmer

Then treading lightly in the darkness
Smiling, looks back for her boy
Who is not swimming out to meet her
Despite her offered naked joy

Then comes a sharpness to her ankle,
By dangling feet it pulls her under
“Oh, God!” she cries, in surfacing
Screaming, “Help me!” far asunder

But, no one hears her desperate pleas
As it drags her, to and fro
Briefly gripping the floatation
She’s grabbed again, then pulled below

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