The Last Shallows Of
I remember the day when we were lovers
Carefree, careless, enchanted with ourselves.
Your fingers entwined in mine, we walked, talked
Incessantly, stopping only to splash
In the last clear shallows of our summer.
As the tide ebbed and flowed across the sands
Of our naive, innocent youthfulness,
We sat in the dark and tentatively
Kissed as the full moon shimmered golden
Onto the rippling, glistening sea.
Shyly you put my hand onto your breast
And I felt your nipple rise to my touch
As my just emerging manhood rose to yours.
Embarrassed by unanticipated
Desire, we quickly headed home, apart.
In silence, hands not touching, pocketed.
Space between us growing unwittingly.
Reaching the light outside your summer house,
You pecked my burning cheek, promised to write
And rushed inside, out of my life forever.