Those summer evenings
riding in cars
windows down
eyes sealed:
Sun through stands of trees
would be a mirrorball
upon the backs of my resting lids
red and black
red then black
then red.

Dense chlorine air
would soften my breathing
while a reminder of the sun
would leave my skin tight
still hot.

If one could recall darkness in utero
skinny-dipping would be the perfect reunion.