So still a dew drop from a leaf spread a ripple over
the simple pleasure of our leisure submerged in
that calf high water we stole from tadpoles and
cattails just to share a bit of warm summer calm.

Unbaked but thrice folded good to sink deep into
that life giving mud where our digits explored
aimless to come together breathless and wrap
truly harmony tight knit as two palms pressed firm.

Learning the language of sighs hoping every smile
will outlast hours so that kind sun stops her erstwhile
descent and that tree to pond delight never burns
down ashen to welcome that chilly foreboding night.

Yet within shimmering eyes a glare gave no worry
no sign of shakes ending a meeting of bodies but
the naughty sought through endless hugs need
an excuse or two, to leave public and close the view.