Three Voices

Image from Stoweflake
Mountain Resort & Spa.

Three Voices
By Bethany Davis

Two bodies,
Beneath a waterfall.
Drenched,
Dripping,
The water pours down in a torrent,
Flowing,
Splashing,
Upon our bodies.
Wet hair streaming,
Drifting,
Like sea weed,
Like watercress,
Mingling,
Blonde and brown.
The water upon our heads,
Roaring,
Laughing,
Our laughter mingles,
With the laughter of the water,
Three voices.
Hers like bells,
Ringing,
Resonating,
Echoing,
Carrying,
Light,
Metallic,
Joyful.
Mine almost silent,
Ghostly,
Breathless,
Pure.
The water’s loader,
Overpowering,
Loader than load,
White noise,
But loader,
Like a storm,
Deep,
A pounding in my ear.
I run my hands,
Over her body,
Under the water.
Smooth,
Silky,
Wet.
She clings to me,
Holding me,
Trying not to be washed away,
Like our laughter,
Lost in the torrent,
The water,
Ever flowing,
Away.