  A piece of my breath is still jumping across river rocks. nbsp;  Some liquid spray of sunshine threatens to leap from my belly and escape these velvet curtains into the night.  & nbsp;  We basked under the Sycamore trees.
nbsp;  I didn't even notice the battlewounds of the boulder scramble. nbsp;  These thighs,  these hands,  they love the granite,
 every crevice& nbsp; and slick slant into water below. nbsp;  And his shoulders glistened & amp;
 his feet gripped the edges. nbsp;  And the others laughed,  voices tumbling down the canyon. nbsp;  Soon enough,
 we gathered under the rustling leaves & amp;  orange peels fell from the flesh. nbsp;  A dusty white moon in azure sky rewarded our efforts. nbsp;
 The waterfall's mist mingled with my skin's sweat. nbsp;  And I felt glad. nbsp;
