Photo courtesy of Mark
We bathed here
Clothes thrown to boughs
Skinny dipping in the dark
Skin touching undercover of ripples
Calm surface wakened by our arousal
Stretching in the sand
Giggling in the moonlight
Those were the days then
When cares were only for years to come
And eyes sought the others in black holes of midnight
Peaks outlined by starry skies
We loved then freely and with energy that age envies
We love still
Not all is a memory