Frogs and Freckles
a poem of skin and sound
Pursued by police
we escaped through the field
jumped in the ditch and swam away
though your palm was bleeding
and the barbed wire had cut my side.
Afterwards
the epiphany of your freckles
tiny constellations inside of your labia
road maps leading to the point of ecstasy
I traced Gemini on your thigh
the ticklish whiskers of your ghost cat
our laughter
replaced by the howl of coyotes.
We braided our hair together at dusk
a canyon full of frogs
green and lucid behind your house
clustered near tiny puddles
under the moonlit highway
evening marred by their deafening song
and the sound of passing cars.
We broke into the theater…
remember?
the rapture of kissing on the stage
the entanglement of our arms
the spotlight upon us
skin in concert with dew
emitting drops of water in the dense light
our exaltation
for an audience of nobody.
We basked in the length of days
smitten and languorous
…to wear red
to dance in blue
to be 18 again…
spread out across desert hills
where illegal parties flourish
shouts and laughter traveling so far
that rabbits twitch miles away
and the coyotes miss their dinner.
Thanks so much to J.D. Harms for the inviting poetry prompt “sensations.”
