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Paradise

Quiet, Small

By Riel RedwolfPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Photo by Ales Krivec

A quiet, smallwooden dock,rough with wear,overlooks aneven quieterlake.Dragonflies hover,making loveor offspringmidflight. They landon our backs,our warm and sweatyskin,

choosingthe scent of sunscreen

over the flowersin the far field.As our tan lines deepen

and our skin beginsto burn,as weeks and weekspass by, we come to

the same spot.

Sometimes our hair

is wet withchlorine water,other times

with fresh rain.People pass, oftenignorantof our tick and antinfested paradiseby the water.

We’re hiding,but in the open;any numberof walking trails

could lead any numberof dogs or peopleto our location,but they don’t.Our secrets aresafe, wrapped upin leaves,and towels,and melted ice creamkisses.

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Riel Redwolf

Hey, I'm Ri. I write things. Care to join me?

I'm pagan, neurodivergent, pansexual, afab genderfluid, and polyamorous. Expect me to write about it.

Profile image by Dylan Hikes on Unsplash, edited by me

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