Poetry
Skin Divers
by J. Bowers
I wanted to see you.
Tried to--but you
ducked behind the briars,
obscuring the hairy white flashes of your
chest and hips and ass. Oh,
we all knew what I really sought,
the money shot,
sloughing my soaked shorts off like snakeskin,
peeling off my panties, one damp leg, another--

These games were made for two.
This was your idea, after all, and so
bare, I run
weeds whipping my knees,
rocks cutting my feet, then
nothing--
just falling followed by
the jolt of cold water between my thighs,
the surface spluttering, blinking, searching,
only to find that you jumped right after--
naked but G-rated, floating shoulder-deep,
so obviously nude and not mine.
Posted by: J. Bowers

Poetry (August 1st, 2006)