Damp Cool

Here,
In the damp cool,
on a patch of grass along the
river's banks,
In the shade,
Protected from the Sun's rays of fiery life,
snow-pack stream of cold, cold water feel good to the
toes' touch,
sitting with my sweetie holding hands, holding icy drinks
from an old, red and white cooler,
ducks paddle by kayaks passing by,
searching for shade such as ours, seeking shelter from
the shining star,
and seeing something on the western shore,
storm madly towards their collective goal of relief,
bitterly complaining about mid-afternoon heat,
I smile, turn and kiss my sweetie on her cheek,
She chuckles,
then she rests her head upon my shoulder,
at peace in this pseudo-lagoon,
no fallout from the real world shall find us
here,
She gently skims my tummy's soft, and I bristle when
She finds my yummy spot,
the pleasures of the simple,
the murmur of the waters' flows,
a woman's magic, gentle stroke, coupled with the sensation
of her soft hair resting upon my flesh,
whatever curious force prompts our eyes to meet,
and I say to her with pure honesty,
"There is no other place in this world I would rather be,
and no other lover I care to know
for I have found nirvana on this Earth,
here,
in the damp cool,
with you".