the sweet scent of a comfortingly warm breeze
over the johnny jump-ups in the front yard
and the tulips in the side beds
planted by my father two years ago
they keep coming back
pink and yellow like flush on my skin
the strained panting of climax
the soft sand under my feet
the sheen of sweat on breasts and stomachs
the shock of jumping into the deep end of the pool
and thinking i will have a heart attack
