She wants to swim
I feel her pulling at my surface
In her cage, stirring
The waters lap to torment her chagrin
Shall I swim with her?
Beside her?
I possess the key, but freely would put you in charge
My offer of freedom to swim
Is to slip my sympathetic fingers
Into the moist
And coax her out
I know her every move,
when to be slow,
when to wait
When to quicken
She responds, yields and spills out into her release
She is the most divine creature to see set free
She would swim as well with you with some training.