boys by the pool

i only have eyes for boys
by the pool their bodies
broken by water

scenting chlorine
dilates my nostrils till all
of my senses turn eyes

to the boys
breaking
slashed into shatters by surfaces
breaking
splintered blue-blooded unmoved and
beyond

my boys seem singing
sticky drops of hallelujah
smearing roadmaps down my cheeks
into cerulean grit
my mouth breathes in backstroke
handprints on my breastbone like skippers
in flight

by the pool
flutter like boys
in my eyes
by the pool

my eyes for the boys have eyes
of their own