The long trip down the river,
Was stiffling and slow.
With every humid, heavy mile,
The air became closer.
Even the water lapping along
The wood of the boat,
Seemed to become thicker,
Molasses, pulling at the vessel.
Begging it to appreciate the beauty
Of the exotic surrounds,
Like the jungle itself
Was pleading for us to take it all in.

The heat swelled, until we became
Little, purposeful moments.
A hand on glistening collarbone.
A sharp rasp of breath.
A line of sweat, drawn away by finger
Across the temple and brought to mouth.
The shirt hastily unbuttoned,
To catch the slightest breeze
Allowed or provided,
Like a gentle exhale from lover's lips.
We became beautifully restless there,
In the stillness. ...