I’m not as naked as I used to be

(not that I wouldn’t like to be)

(my days became years)

but when I hear your name

I become excited, remembering

a time ago when

I stood motionless for you.

Importantly, no one said a word

walking through the park that

day when we removed our

clothes and left them

on the green park bench

and followed the path

to the grande fountain

where falling water

filtered sunlight flashing

through stolen camera lens.

We were young and laughed

as if we knew, as if we knew.

Naked and barefoot

morning of summer sun

no graceful way

to walk on crushed rock.

~ttt