Afterglow

a river running through us churning
the power of our bodies yearning

sexuality cascading
into the river we are wading

words we say and what we're thinking
disappear when touching, linking

physically through each nerve ending
anticipating bodies bending

paddling hard, whitewater rafting
the ecstasy of balance, laughing

in a stream, a raging maelstrom
touching heaven where we're all from

into a meadow where we are floating
whiteriver raft is now a boat in

a field of reeds through which we're drifting
with an inner peace which is uplifting