Sun Wet Gold

Grant Hope #104

In the remotest cave
far and away from the distance of man
where shallow river gently folds
sloping warmly along wet rock walls
the sun juts through suddenly bright
penetrating a showering waterfall
seemingly sealed by some wonder of nature’s awesome hand
the hole by which it flows over

A jewel worth more than fine gold
you were dressed in it
your form a brilliant delight
while reflective rays
brushed your relaxed shoulders
leaving enough of you to imagine
that the desire to see you more
was as bare in the dark as the firmness of your skin

Stepping towards each other in small rippled splashes
we locked eyes in the dark
amidst watery light flashes

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