When you are empty and so set-apart, open your eyes, and soften your heart.
Think of us sitting at the end of a dock, feet dangling in the water, not alone on a rock.
We are young and excited; no sense of alarm, my swishing hips and your muscular arms.
Our senses are heightened and acutely aware of the quaking aspen and pine in the air.
The billowy clouds fluff the blue northern sky; the smell of the earth is ripe and alive.
The lap of the lake swallows up our strong knees, no aches or moans; we’re as wild as we please.
Sweet fragrance of sweat glistens on our summer skin, in the wild of the forest, the water, and the wind.
Something is stirring, sensation and ache. It’s easy to be silly and sleepy and wide awake.
Not yet armored by disappointments and hurt, our hearts gladly open, we tease and we flirt.
The sun on the water mirrors the light in our eyes, and laughter comes easy, we giggle and sigh.
Soft kisses, near misses, come close and then run; we splash and we dunk in the afternoon sun.
We dive and we swim, float at near flank. There’s a chill in the air as we race towards the bank.
We scurry to gather our blankets and loot; flannel shirts, suspenders, blue jeans and boots.
A campfire is built as you wield your fine axe; wild violets, forest lilies grace our table of snacks.
Our poles find perch at the end of our lines. It’s late, but on time, as crickets sing and rhyme.
In the breath of the forest, no one’s right, nothing’s wrong, as evening settles in and the shadows grow long.
Quiet talk at our camp fire of constellations and bears; your fingers entangled in my gossamer hair.
We lie on our backs, hear the cry of a loon, we stare up at the stars and the wax of the moon.
Not a penny to spare, we can’t leave home, get married, buy a house, or backpack and roam.
Weightless and free, no child or great plans; aging ills or more bills, no regrets or political stands.
Nothing binds us, except the love of life, and our fire-lit gaze, sun-kissed hands held tight.
We are both each other’s listener and new best friend. There’s magic in the moment, feeling love with no end.
If I were to ask for a couple of things, in the drab of daily details, routines, and worn rings.
It would be for you to see me as sweetly as then, in need of your smile and a prince among men.
We could take an adventure; make a few stops; walk hand-in-hand as we dally through shops.
Forget that we’re older, return to the woods, no caution or worry, no ‘we can’t’ or ‘we should.’
But regardless of everything, more than anything, my old friend, I’d ask you to bring back the summer again.