Water, warmth and trust

At sunset’s molten glow the lake  
Burns gold and rose beneath the sky;  
Three naked souls in tender wake  
Float free where day and dusk collide.  

She bends to meet her mirrored twin,  
Fingers tracing secrets in the glass;  
Eyes bright with wonder deep within,  
Vulnerability and self amass.  

Another’s palm stirs liquid light,  
Ripples bloom like laughter on her skin; 
Each gentle splash—a soft delight,  
A hymn to touch, to joy found deep within. 

The third reclines in cooling streams,  
Eyelids heavy with a drifting dream;  
Her breath and water weave their seams,  
A hushed devotion to the fading gleam.  

At day’s last breath they stand as one—  
No shields to guard, no walls between;  
In friendship’s glow, their truths are spun 
Where water, warmth, and trust convene.