27 degrees in the shade but never enough to bring us back to earth.
Every drop of sweat from underarms was glorious damp and crumpled sheets of abandoned bed, every sunburnt cheek the flushes of ecstasy, every layer of peeling skin a reminder that there was so much time to take each other off and expose the raw selves underneath.
I wasn't allowed to find my bearings. It ruins the magic. I must leap, naked and terrified, engulfed and consumed by the fear of drowning. I must dip my head and be cleansed, burn with the chill or die ignorant ashes.
I trusted, and I leapt. I expected revolution but breath deserted me. My lungs drew waterfalls. ice rushed my bones.
Through foil and saline, I swore I'd never do it again. Was it not sufficient to destroy my body and flood my mind with fear?
'No,' you laughed, pushing tattered spectacles up your button nose. 'And darling, you never even swam. All you did was dip your toes.'
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