Index of refraction (2.417)

Stick your hands under the water and see how it distorts your mind.

And tell me does my body do the same under your fluid gaze?

Do dents and scars seem to bend and warp in a way I don't recongize?

Because you seem awfully infatuated with something I often criticize.

Your mind is found lost at sea when I'm coming up with the next stanza,

I see the way you look at me,

Don't think I forgot where your hands are.

So maybe I let you wade a little longer,

Just before pulling you in.

When the waves get stronger,

Let cool water brush against hot skin.