You and I boy-
sweet and young out upon the waves
current pulling, pushing, soothing
Small boats with red sails upon the horizon

You and I boy-
In a rowboat built for two
eating ripe watermelon and pre-packaged goods
there upon the waves

You and I boy-
basking in the gentle light, the sun's embrace
warm and content until it begins to fade
yellows, reds, and dusky oranges sliding gently across the sky

You and I boy-
rowing our small boat back to port
an evening wind blowing your hair out of your eyes, and my dress up about my thighs
and the red sails of all the other little boats bigger than ours
-the wind softly blowing us home

You and I boy-
sitting, dangling our legs off the end of the pier
feet out of reach of the darkening waters
simply silence and waiting, for eventual sundown and lonely walks home
-In separate directions

You and I boy,
heed the call of summer, leaving spring behind
walking away from red sail boats and clear blue waters
and the small rowboat at the end of the pier
the one with three oars instead of two

Ah you and I boy,
Not saying goodbye with embraces or words of longing
simply brief salutations and drawn out glances
All we can manage before the road forks in two directions
with you my sweet sweet boy down one, and I fumbling down the other
the darkened road that much bleaker without you

Oh you and I boy,
out forever upon the waves, in a rowboat built for two
Amongst the red sailed boats drifting aimlessly out to sea,

Oh you and I boy,
Oh you and I....