C: Swimming in the River

Yes, it was lazy,
but we made the best;
shady trees coaxed us
from the house's cool,
then we'd gradually get into it.

First toes,
cold, not uninviting
for a summer's day,
a kiss, then our legs,
yours were always somehow barer,
then whole bodies.
They always said it was dirty,
not there, not then.
we bathed in milk
and then, spread-eagled on the bank,
we kissed again in blades of grass.

That winter we evaporated,
no more swimming, skin-dry,
we'll never find a better river
or why we were prepared
to let that summer be goodbye.