we paddle out to the island.
our slim boats, orange
in the morning sun,
skimming along the surface of
calm
bay water.
we are novices at this, but it's
easy.
we're both easy.
which makes it work.
we circle, we bump our boats
against one another
and steal a kiss.
home, she says. yes. i tell her.
home.
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