The river called to me
As you and I sat wordlessly on the hot sand
One toe at a time
We sank into the water
(skin popping out with cold)
splash-cooling the hot vinyl seat
we mounted
(suddenly awake)
we flew across the surface…
your hair whipped glossy black at my nose
I held on behind you
Fast at first—fueled by new freedom—wind pounding our face
When we realized we had all the time in the world
We let the motor rest and it began to purr
Then I saw you
And I held on tight
I felt it coming
You flashed me a boyish grin
And I held on
Knowing if I let go I’d be without you
(and in trouble)
gliding along the gray-green surface
so deep we couldn’t see the bottom
you began to risk it all and I did too
(it was either that or let go)
we fell off pretty hard once
gasping in cold water
fighting the strong current
but soon we were back up
laughing
cooled by the plunge
I clung to you
And we left river-weeds at the banks,
Speeding over submerged rocks
We made a game of hitting waves
Balanced Together we could fly!
I looked back once and saw a trail of playful foam behind us…
We have never seen the shore since
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