We talked into the heart
of the night batting away mosquitoes, and
painting our toenails. Despite the heat
we drank hot tea, steam curling around our heads,
talking of our lives now and those past memories
we'd been afraid to speak of earlier.
crying together in relief.
It was those nights we actually spent together,
the ones everyone assumes we share
Slide into the bay.
An ancient oak, half-propped
in the lake weed, was our resting spot. The sheltered
glade we'd sit in when exhausted,
or to reapply the sunscreen that would just wear off
when we slip back in, anyway.
Burnt faces cool in the water, everything
just fades away.
There were no boundaries,
no holding back. Both on the cusp
of true adulthood, womanhood.
It was just her and me.
Me and her.