You were not real to me back then,
but who was real to anyone
in those crazy days.

We held hands,
skipped stones,
tumbled on oaken banks.
We hid out in the palmettos,
made beef jerky,
cleaned rabbits,
traded secrets.

You taught me gentleness,
showed me what made you tick.
Primal-musk was thick in the air,
I succumbed to your whims,
rose up to meet every sweet-demand.
We sinned, glistened in the summer sun.
I watched myself spread your flower,
was your man of the hour,
we had genuine backwoods fun.

Those were the really wild times,
we scrambled in the brambles,
seemed always on the run.
We stole kisses with  
moccasins & gators
down at that
old swimming hole.
Our lives intertwined,
we swirled, swooned
under  the moon,
spooning.

I reminisce about you often &
now realize all great things
come to an end.

Still, I have the taste
of black water & you
in my mouth,
whispering you good vibes...