Swing through the trees with me whilst the water rushes at our feet.
Dance through the leaves with me as autumn slips down the warm throat of summer.
The bugs have stopped hissing, hot breath against my ear, we soak in the magnitude of silence.
Our young bodies are changing, the weight of the sun is folding, electric shocks pass through sticky finger tips.
Fleetingly.
Wade through the swamp with me.
Heave, purge your greatest fears into me.
Transpose your shaking hands into bird song, deep guttural calls then melt your plumage into mine.
Tenderly. Resplendently.
Swing through the trees with me, admire grazed knees with me, weep into the onset of darkness with me.
Be free with me.
If not ever again, let it be now.
It's years since I wrote this but your own piece echoes the mood:
Finding ourselves in the clear
light of morning
All skin, perfect and smooth
My intoxicated eyes smiling up to yours
half closed as you linger above me
hovering in mid-swoon
ready to sink into delight
Ready to drown in the river with me
bright and clear as the morning
catching us now
carrying us along in its tide
And we just want to be swept downstream
in the rush of the rapids
surging strong and clean
Drown in the depths
to die together
and never be alone again
Surprised to survive
we emerge on the other side
floating
adrift
downstream
Rejoicing as all the angels converge
and sprinkle us with golden light
and golden drops of dew
Raining from the great red jewel
that hovers above
everyone in love