(breathe)

And under we go.
Heavy, hard, calloused hands on our shoulders.

(down)

Pressure applied
5,4,3,2,1.....
We have total immersion.

(hang)

Softly, suspended in liquid, sound blocked out
Not daring to open our eyes.

(touch)

And its all oh so gentle
Numb and caring.

(up)

Breaking out from water, feel air
Like a slap in the face.

(dance)

In the cutting air, water drops on bare skin
Like diamonds.

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No, this ain't a poem about skinnydipping, lol! And yep, I'm aware that there's a Sarah Kane play called cleansed. Does that make me a title thief? *ponders*
Ellie