And she danced in the river water. Her dress up over her head and lying crumpled on the loamy grass like a dead leaf, me, still too self-conscious to join her in her gay nakedness. I had stripped myself of shoes and socks and jeans before following her in but I just couldn't find the resolve to free myself of my button-down t-shirt buttoned all the way up and rolled up at the sleeves. The cloud of hash that we created while sitting on the banks of the river before wading in had not yet worked on my limbs well enough to get me to join her in her revelry.
Noticing this she poked at my stomach playfully, pulled at the buttons of my shirt suggestively, 'Come on,' she lilted, almost pleaded, 'come and dance with me.' But I didn't. I resisted the curve of her smile and the ply of her voice and stood my ground as best the sandy river carpet and light current would allow me to. After another moment of futile plucking she left me alone. If she was disappointed by the woodenness of my response to her joviality she did well not to let on. Instead, she took a step back and began to twirl, her head thrown back, her arms outstretched, her fingers grazing the surface of the river sending up a jolting spray of water. I watched her through a telescope and envied her abandon.
Sighing, I turned my gaze to the sky. The moon hung big and bright, round and low. Mesmerizing. Hypnotizing. Like a single pearl set in the center of a diamond encrusted broach. I wanted it. I wanted to pince it between index and thumb, pluck it from its perch and take it home with me. Maybe I would make a necklace out of it. Maybe a ring. Maybe a pair of earrings. Although for that I would have to hitch hike my way to Jupiter or some other planet with a lot of moons and carefully select one of similar size for the second earring. That would make a great gift. I'm pretty sure she would like that. Or maybe I would just walk around with it in the small pocket inside a pocket that most jeans have on the right side.
As these thoughts, fleeting as they were, flitted through my mind so did another: I think the hash is working. This thought though I held on to and let the others fade into nothing.
I lowered my eyes and found her staring at me. The light from the moon made her eyes luminous orbs . Her arms hung relaxed at her side. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness. There was not an ounce of discomfort in the tilt of her head, the set of her shoulders, the heave of her chest or the poke of her hip. She was beautiful in her confidence in her body.
Slowly and without a word she tread water and was soon in front of me. She unbuttoned my shirt and I let her. She pulled it off my body and I let her. She let it fall into the river and I was silent.
I stood before her, skinny arms and protruding belly. No longer self-conscious. No longer trying to hide. I was finally free to get lost in the spell of the river. Slowly leaning in she whispered something in my ear. Electricity. Her body touched mine.
And we danced in the river water.
Inspired by the song "River Water" by Moon Taxi.
Noticing this she poked at my stomach playfully, pulled at the buttons of my shirt suggestively, 'Come on,' she lilted, almost pleaded, 'come and dance with me.' But I didn't. I resisted the curve of her smile and the ply of her voice and stood my ground as best the sandy river carpet and light current would allow me to. After another moment of futile plucking she left me alone. If she was disappointed by the woodenness of my response to her joviality she did well not to let on. Instead, she took a step back and began to twirl, her head thrown back, her arms outstretched, her fingers grazing the surface of the river sending up a jolting spray of water. I watched her through a telescope and envied her abandon.
Sighing, I turned my gaze to the sky. The moon hung big and bright, round and low. Mesmerizing. Hypnotizing. Like a single pearl set in the center of a diamond encrusted broach. I wanted it. I wanted to pince it between index and thumb, pluck it from its perch and take it home with me. Maybe I would make a necklace out of it. Maybe a ring. Maybe a pair of earrings. Although for that I would have to hitch hike my way to Jupiter or some other planet with a lot of moons and carefully select one of similar size for the second earring. That would make a great gift. I'm pretty sure she would like that. Or maybe I would just walk around with it in the small pocket inside a pocket that most jeans have on the right side.
As these thoughts, fleeting as they were, flitted through my mind so did another: I think the hash is working. This thought though I held on to and let the others fade into nothing.
I lowered my eyes and found her staring at me. The light from the moon made her eyes luminous orbs . Her arms hung relaxed at her side. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness. There was not an ounce of discomfort in the tilt of her head, the set of her shoulders, the heave of her chest or the poke of her hip. She was beautiful in her confidence in her body.
Slowly and without a word she tread water and was soon in front of me. She unbuttoned my shirt and I let her. She pulled it off my body and I let her. She let it fall into the river and I was silent.
I stood before her, skinny arms and protruding belly. No longer self-conscious. No longer trying to hide. I was finally free to get lost in the spell of the river. Slowly leaning in she whispered something in my ear. Electricity. Her body touched mine.
And we danced in the river water.
Inspired by the song "River Water" by Moon Taxi.
