Rinsing over porcelain skin

Skin still too pale for the end of summer

Washing, cleansing, every curve, every bend

Water droplets gather in pools around my unpainted toes

Parachuting raindrops released from freshly-trimmed ends

Of hair that will soon disappear

Naked green eyes clear of disoperation

Gaze at the foreignness of this summer waterfall.

I part my lips to taste the mountain air

Condensed into a life source

Icy in July, fresher than filtered

A German Shepard gazes at my silhouette

Caramel and black, fur bristling with excitement

With kind brown eyes

Sparked with curiosity,

Lapping the water with his pink tongue.