Swimming pool

My plunge bath has some mainstream things, damn mysterious and stupid on the other side. okay fine read:D

What is this middling thing?
A big mediocre,
Endowed with all commonplace experiences,
With a splash of my favourite liquid which I prefer to call water.

What if it's a natatorium?
But on the outside!
Will they still care to call it a natatorium?

This plunge bath has me in the danger of gulping down all its chlorine,
Like a starving man,devoid of those large morsels of his food and proteins.

Chlorine has it's own addiction,
It's an act of gulping and taking hard,
Like a bottle of beer in one gulp.

This chlorine will bleach me all,
Giving me a forcible, sinewy tan.

As long as my forelimbs would propel,
Those stunning hindlimbs would have to rally behind
Carving their own, intricate passage.
Am I actually a walking-talking meander?
Or, just acquiring the habilments of those nomadic tribes?

That bleached water kisses breezily, my skin
Which you could not kiss.
And those droplets frisk about,
Trying to get sucked by an open, erotic mouth.
Where to buy that benevolence from?
When all around,
Folks are busy drizzling their own narcissistic personalities?
Such vainglorious people are bleaching themselves with the chemicals,
Implying that impurity equally needs to be worshipped.

They walk with vests,
Yet, are not wearing any.
What is the use of carrying one?
Cant even face the water empty-handed!

Those unreliable bikinis have already involved in the process of double-dealing
And in no time, they would be out!
To mingle their bare skins with those oily, greasy, manly palms.

Deep in that massage,
Will be smiling those cunning molecules of faithlessness and deception.

More than diving,
Some are just keeping up with the water flow
Some are stretching very hard to dive.
Yet, where is that actual diving?

Some couldn't take in the deluge of chemicals,
Bantering their delicate respiratory.
They resigned and rushed with faces inexplicable.
Which even the chlorinated water couldn't define.

What dribble, what drop?
What sprinkle, what spray?
The basics have been forgotten.
Things trickle as if topsy-turvy,
Under which some are struggling to float.

And for me?
It's all about sliding through to the bottom of a liquid pit.
Passing all those hard-hitting showers
and stinking chlorine.

Author's Note

Sitting in my pool yesterday and seeing something around aroused me, I can say! :D

Reviews

[ANTO]

I often get these feelings when I bathe. My doctor says its just a rubber-ducky infatuation but it will pass when I get out of puberty. I said - Doctor!! (after I knocked on his head like a door) - Im frickin 46 years old !! D****t !

[fattycbreezy52]

What? what?what? what?
Then in that case, I need a knock on my head too.You are definitely not a teen struggling with puberty and hormone problems and blah blah, but are not 46 either. Damn Anto:D
What a news:D