Skinny Dipping

Come with me,
here at dusk
when the sun falls brightly
behind night’s curtain,
where the only sounds
are a distant donkey
and tree frogs singing the night.

Slide into the water,
feel it wash against your skin,
brutally alive, vibrant,
a lovers caress that sends shudders
through your body.

There are no words to be said.
It is enough
to share this illicit moment,
to expose yourself to the quarter moon
and become young
again.

About this poem

There are things we all do that make us feel our youth. It is different, no doubt for all of us. But whatever it is, it’s worth doing again, and again, and again.

The picture was taken Friday night, near Granville, New York. No, I did not go skinny dipping. But I wanted to.

Tom