***Behind the hill, you’re throwing yourself down the cladded steps, set into the ground. Someone built those for you.
Sitting in the warmth, water lapping around you, up to your chest, down to your sides; moving with the ripples
Smell the orange sunlight and show me the way that those chevron braids around your wrist look when they’ve gotten all wet.
Hold up your arms,
and now you’re dancing
With me
