By Marte Stuart
If I might marry again
I would take you, lake.
Undress and dip down
into the surround
of your cool blue wet.
My body buoyed as
you pressure-push
into my curves. Years
softened by your tease,
your ease.
I would tread water,
massage your surface
in broad circles, fingers cupped,
and with whip-kick resolve,
choose you.
About the Author
Marte Stuart assists with Nelson’s Elephant Mountain Literary Festival, an annual celebration of Canadian and Kootenay writers.
