Pastels of Love
Water’s pale mist cascades over rocks.
Inviting us to bathe, the cool overflow
Snickers at our silly inhibitions.
Standing in this natural retreat
Dressed in pastels of love,
We exchange shy smiles.
Our tender embrace stretches out
To gather budding yearnings
Lodged in new houses.
The water flows on and on,
Until we no longer can deny
Its temptress calling.
Exposing nakedness,
We laugh and play
In pools by the rocks.
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