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.