text: A God and a Girl in a Pool &#x200B; The whole night was a fever dream. My God was even there. She wore a tight black t-shirt and three necklaces--a lock, a key, and a crystal. You could see the top of Her pineapple tattoo in between her breasts and all four piercings in each ear. We swam in our underwear underneath pink and purple pool lights. We kissed underneath the moon. Touched elbows underneath the stars. I love the feeling you get when you swim at the bottom of a pool. When you look up, you see the world in a screaming color. But when you look forward, all you see is crystal clear. I stopped holding my weight and let my body sink. She swam toward me. I reached out to grab Her hand and swam back to the top. We stared at each other above the water, Her back towards the side of the pool. My God looked so beautiful with her wet hair and Her tight black shirt all wet and Her three necklaces dangling. Water droplets dripped from Her chin. It was easiest for me to make the next move since I already grabbed Her hand first and I could easily push Her against the wall so we have something to lean on. &#x200B; Like a shooting star suddenly deciding to soar in the sky, I moved to Her body and grabbed her waist. I felt my breasts against Hers and kissed Her mouth softly. I tasted the chlorine on our lips. She bit my lip and I bit Hers back and She bot mine again, harder. My God is so soft. I still kicked my feet softly underneath the water to hold my body up when She pulled my body towards the cement. Now I don’t have to kick anymore because She is holding me up. I wrapped my legs around Her body and took in the moment. *A God and a girl in a pool.* The colors pink, purple, and blue. The smell of chlorine. The sliminess of shaven legs underwater. The softness of Her lips. I used to think I was going to hell for loving the salt on Her lips. Now I know I was wrong. I know I’m saved. *This* is heaven. My legs are still wrapped around Hers as I snap back into reality. We kiss against as if we were breathing for air and needed it out each other’s lungs. Eventually, she swims towards the ladder. &#x200B; She grabbed my hand and led me into her studio apartment. Plants. Plaid tablecloth. Christmas lights. No couch. Just floor cushions. A painting of Buddha. A messy bed with a white comforter. Small kitchen area. Salt lamp. &#x200B; I told her I loved her place and she said thank you and we went on her bed to watch cartoons on her laptop and she opened a bottle of red wine and we smelled of chlorine and the night was perfect. But just like the wine, the night slowly seeped away, like pool water drying on my skin.