I See You And Not them

Undulant motion,
Odorous; sulphur,
Cold on bare thighs.
Amongst lily-pads,
Scattered beams of,
Warmth embracing face.
Reliving youthful fetes,
Ignore the deformity,
That is,
A right withered arm.
This murky haven so,
Welcoming all with burdens,
Both physical and mental.
Undoing amber bun,
Partially soaking,
I look to see,
A beckoning gesture.
Calls and hasty motions,
"Come to the cove!"
"Let's have a glass of brandy!"
"Don't worry!"
"The gawking judges are jealous."
Wading over to flick,
Veiled hat onto the grass.
Sprinting to join,
To mingle with,
Those unfortunate to be called,
"Normal."