and so I return
to the place where rivers meet
in late summer

we came
where red paintbrushes grow
barefoot
naked
following warm flowing further

then slipped
into forest
on the edge
finding this large stone mossy

you lay here
while I kneeled
once before you.

warm breeze over us
grass on my shins
entering in
as you yes and arch
every desire holy
rivers in the sun.

Summer 2025