Crystal Lake

Sister girl,
remember how good it was
to feel the sun slide,
hot and rippling,
down your back arched long?

Cool walk of wet beads
glistened slow trails
down your legs curved,
muscular and brown.

Remember the crinkled sound of water,
restless at the tips of your toes,
the darting fish
that kissed the cups of your feet?

Heavy oil silky down your arms,
thick with pina colada moisture
to drink the sun inside
where it stayed well past midnight
in blue textured dreams.

Sister girl,
remember how good it was
to float through summer
on a soft-splintered, wooden raft
water swollen and smelling
of charged skin,
a grown man’s sweat?