The Pool

When Frankie wants to escape
he goes swimming –
the iPod in his head
shuts off –  he needn’t think
he sinks into water
and swims into the silence
of breathing and physical effort.

Today the pool is busy
he can’t lose himself
instead he finds
he’s looking at the other swimmers
young men with their mesmerising
bodies – he watches
secretly, aware
he shouldn’t stare
his own heat
rising
along with his confusion.

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