#NaPoWriMo Day 11~The Swimming Hole

The Swimming Hole

Whispering pines spoke sacred vows
As you entered into my valley
Inevitable, the way water flows
Feet entwined, gingerly at first
The slow slide
the Swift plunge
Limbs spread wide
Ceaselessly searching
the divinity of desire
your fingers running over scars
my roughhewn edges smoothed

The Man in the Moon

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