Up my nose, the chlorine sticks its doses:
like a spell, it lulls me and it woos me.
Through my eyes, her swimmers’ arms balletic:
elbows up, calves strong, her heart is centric.
To my ears she swishes through the blueness:
slicing splash, swishing aim, fingers’ trueness.
This poem is for Day 17 of NaPoWriMo, challenging me to write about three of the senses.