for a moment i
stood still on the
levee, over the river
that flows backwards.

(and then, like the
wind enveloping me
in serendipitous
reverie – a
memory:

strong smooth
hands drifting,
dancing over hips
and thighs; lips
grazing earlobe,
jaw, the hollow of
my neck and i
went

under,
slipped beneath the
surface.

it was like when
we were younger,
hot summer days
relieved by cool
tranquility; we
held our breaths
and sank to the
bottom,

letting the pressure build
until

it was just too much,
too good, and we

came up for air—

shuddering in slow,
harmonious release.)

after a moment, i
turned and ascended
the hill, distant
train whistles and
the flow of the
river serving as a
subtle reminder,

an ache of desire.