Palm Springs nudist night

Look up at the black sky rain falls like stars crashing straight into wide open eyes sci-fi warp speed movie credits bouncing off my cheeks and splashing into the hot pools around us couples canoodle and kids dive bomb into cooler containers back-lit rain melds with steam to furnish this heated hyper-sensory stage set all naked flesh and liquids something gets thrown out of a passing car flies over the fence into the hottest pool. curious the Yoga guy, who’s been whistling along with an easy listening Radio station, stops his stretches takes his tattoos to the far end of the water to fish out the intruder – a bag of frozen veggies we watch circles and arrows a reflected liquid light show dance on the water’s surface like laughter and naked, swim through the piping hot like a flashback to our ancestor’s primordial soup born of the same cellular hot pot skin dissolves into the warm all focus lost from mind and eye limbs weightless I become baby-like on your shoulder carried by the body’s inflation and fat semi flaccid, semi floating too hot to stand anymore we partially withdraw and sit with cool rain splashing gently on our backs, legs submerged as a green bean now thawed and oblivious floats past