It’s nothing to untie a string. To let fabric rise and float.
I wanna read this over and over and over. Sooo sexy
"This could be dancing" what a great summary of a lovely poem. I really enjoying being there with you in this magical little way.
This poem feels like a stolen moment two people drifting in water, half‑hidden from the world and half‑revealed to each other.
There’s something tender in the way their bodies move, brushing lightly, unsure whether it’s play or something deeper.
The Ozark green wraps everything in a kind of dream, as if the river itself is giving them permission to blur the rules.
What struck me most is how intimacy shows up quietly: a wrist pulled, a shared breath, a choice made without words.
The poem keeps brushing against danger poison ivy, exposed banks, rattling cars yet the connection softens all of it.
There’s a youthful recklessness here, the kind that makes you believe the world can’t touch you while you’re with the right person.
Even the falling rocks become “diamonds,” because that’s what we do when we’re young: we turn fear into magic.
With eyes closed, the speaker slips into that fragile space where anything feels possible for a heartbeat.
It’s a moment that could break at any second, which is exactly why it feels so alive.
By the end, it’s clear this wasn’t just swimming it was a brief escape into who they might become.
Incredible!!!
beautiful, megan!
I wanna read this over and over and over. Sooo sexy
"This could be dancing" what a great summary of a lovely poem. I really enjoying being there with you in this magical little way.
This poem feels like a stolen moment two people drifting in water, half‑hidden from the world and half‑revealed to each other.
There’s something tender in the way their bodies move, brushing lightly, unsure whether it’s play or something deeper.
The Ozark green wraps everything in a kind of dream, as if the river itself is giving them permission to blur the rules.
What struck me most is how intimacy shows up quietly: a wrist pulled, a shared breath, a choice made without words.
The poem keeps brushing against danger poison ivy, exposed banks, rattling cars yet the connection softens all of it.
There’s a youthful recklessness here, the kind that makes you believe the world can’t touch you while you’re with the right person.
Even the falling rocks become “diamonds,” because that’s what we do when we’re young: we turn fear into magic.
With eyes closed, the speaker slips into that fragile space where anything feels possible for a heartbeat.
It’s a moment that could break at any second, which is exactly why it feels so alive.
By the end, it’s clear this wasn’t just swimming it was a brief escape into who they might become.
Incredible!!!
beautiful, megan!