On the southwest side of Capri <br />we found a little unknown grotto <br />where no people were and we <br />entered it completely <br />and let our bodies lose all <br />their loneliness. <br /> <br />All the fish in us <br />had escaped for a minute. <br />The real fish did not mind. <br />We did not disturb their personal life. <br />We calmly trailed over them <br />and under them, shedding <br />air bubbles, little white <br />balloons that drifted up <br />into the sun by the boat <br />where the Italian boatman slept <br />with his hat over his face. <br /> <br />Water so clear you could <br />read a book through it. <br />Water so buoyant you could <br />float on your elbow. <br />I lay on it as on a divan. <br />I lay on it just like <br />Matisse's Red Odalisque. <br />Water was my strange flower, <br />one must picture a woman <br />without a toga or a scarf <br />on a couch as deep as a tomb. <br /> <br />The walls of that grotto <br />were everycolor blue and <br />you said, 'Look! Your eyes <br />are seacolor. Look! Your eyes <br />are skycolor.' And my eyes <br />shut down as if they were <br />suddenly ashamed.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nude-swim/
