Little Skins

Long, long after
the avid nightly breeze has carried away
over the river black and into the moonlight glistening, quite silver, though speckled with gold,
your initial question and my immediate response,
the many subsequent words
and our last, lingering goodbye,
little tingles still blaze up
on the little skins between my toes and around my nose,
and just below my ears, around my neck,
without warning or prediction,
to remind me of the absolute madness
-even the fleeting one, serendipitously-
that youth and freedom,
-brown curls and blonde strands-
make
of a summer night
like this.