Playing Hooky
Playing Hooky
Skipping out of work,
dashing off
in our car,
holding hands
while I drive
to the far end
of the island,
finding a hidden pond,
picture-perfect.
We rent a rowboat,
pushing off the dock,
I row to the middle
of the calm water,
you resting your head
at the helm,
your slender feet
centered in my lap,
making rowing hard,
choppy, splashing,
making you laugh,
like you did when
we first dated,
fully, freely,
our worries
a world away
under a cloudless,
pale-blue sky
on this windless day,
we drift idly along
with the only sound
our oars skimming
over the water.
You whisper words
I can’t hear,
so I move nearer,
you pull my face
close and place
a kiss on my lips,
rocking our boat,
we laugh together.
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