summer at lake camp

morning before packing up
hand in hand on the dock
quiet comfort connection
already pulling away from me
shame could not be hidden
gilt enmeshment craft ipa joy
enough to bleed through
the moment lingered
steam rising off smooth glass
i let go
no return
what i had imagined
folly foolish dream and lust
what i learned
“you’re free to join us”
is not
love

12-22-24

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