I’m feeling very Greek goddess right now,
You say, rising naked and rosy from the waters.
Your hair drips and glistens in the Cretan moonlight
as the waves caress you and the saltwater touches every piece of us,
unencumbered by some summer purchase.
I imagine your expression,
nervous, like mine—
as you bravely face Poseidon
presenting him with a young body
but feeling older than the sea.
the strength of bare figures,
toes curling among the rocks,
smelling of sticky brine and flushed heat.
Autumn elsewhere, high summer here,
warmer when we linger,
ripe with the laughter of girls
toying with womanhood
free and full,
in the naked dark.
Shadows slip through blue quiet
shrouded by night mist, made by the moon,
forms in similar curves
guarding one another from unwelcome eyes.
Already shivering, but
softly baring ourselves, we are ready, ready
not quite ready, to further embrace this snaking river.
Eyes closed, arms around my chest, I step
into unstable shallows.
Losing my breath to the cold.
Giving my warmth to the cold.
Reminding the mother of her children
on either shore, two nations have bled into this water.
Yet, I know she still gives life,
because her sunrise, still far off,
will plant red and orange seeds.