We float with no earth beneath our feet.

Below, mounds of sand lay dormant  

Until a small fish brushes the top. 

Allowing the sediment to rise, glistening like stars 

Against the depth of the murky lake.

A wooden dock made up of the finest trees,

Stabilizes our bodies above the sunkissed waters, 

Swirling around our ankles like mixed paint,

Begging us to join in on the dance. 

The once seemingly lifeless water

Causes the wood to ache and our bodies to sway

Against broken and chopping waves.

Forcing a touch our hands would not allow.

Our eyes meet, yours as soft as oak wood, 

And as deep and bright as the water that connects us.

You stare back at me and your presence feels like the sun on my skin.

I only hope you feel the same sun-like burn as I do

Like shimmering gold being poured into my chest.