Plighting our troth

At lake edge we fall upon the sand
and I draw you into my body
until
you surround me.

With easy flow, water slips
over your calves and my shins in a delight of soothing coolness;
I halfway expect
to see liquid transform into steam at contact
with our skin.

I roll my hips up to rock your home and
I lose myself
in the rhythm of your breath which keeps me warm,

but find myself,
and you,
in the press of damp sand against the small of my back and
the song of shadows nesting
on the water

and, finally

in the interlocking and encompassing motion of
our body;

a mystery so profound that I dare
not disobey.

I follow you follow me along the spiral that
expands as it contracts,
and the cry of a bird overhead in the violet air
lifts us up,

and I fall into the depths behind your eyes.

1990

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