Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Now you see why I don't write poetry.
Lounges on her belly near the water.
Sleeves rustle as she moves.
Fingers dip into cool water.
Sun weighs on brown skin and lithe back.
Hair falls over shoulders and traces lines in waves.
Shimmers of wealth slip through her fingers.
Flashes, under the water.
Lips curl back in invitation.
Hand withdraws from the water.
Arm muscles tense, draw back, and release.
Spirit speeds her claws.
Still, it's not enough, and liquid gold dodges.
Eyes drift shut, and water ripples as it's carried on the backs of fear.
Time passes.
Gold slinks back, wary at first, then bolder.
Teeth flash white against dark at renewed opportunity.
Muscles coil back, then fire.
Cat and fish continue.