Waterfall

In my father's skin

I jump into its frigid flow;

Cold comfort indeed.

It’s icy embrace.

My ecstatic exhalation.

Love will sucker punch you in the solar plexus and

Leave you dazed and chilled,

Thin sliced on a plate.

Like a friend you’ve missed

You pick up where you left off.

“You’ve lost weigh you have”

“Love your new tattoo”

Heads bent low in elfin mischief.

“I wonder if he’ll even know that your hair is wet?”

Races up the canyon

Shrieking as it goes.

In my father’s skin

I kiss your berry lips and

Reach down to confirm

The mark has been hit.

Gooseflesh is baptized in sacred tears of Man

Trickling down cheeks

Of hard ancient stone.