Poetry Jam: Ozark Morning

Branson Landing fountain, Branson, MO

After the shower & still damp
i stand naked on the back deck

no one to watch but the mountains,
we examine each other's fallacy
of immovable objects

the sun runs the warm towel of its tongue
along my body
                my legs
massaging my shoulders, fingers my hair
until each strand stands erect & thick
the forest of my chest

awakening gently together & alone
as is nature - a bird sings,
a rustle in the trees, some small animal
perhaps a squirrel or armadillo
finds himself as enamored,

feels the magic once more
course through their veins, until

'mom, dad is changing clothes outside again'

it does not slip the railing
to steal off like a secret lover, as i step
into my shorts, nor consider an intrusion
but follows me back in
through the door.

written for Poetry Jam.