Blue; ocean, endless like the sky that is your back-drop,
Your eyes glint with the happiness of faraway places, ice-cream, sun.
There are adults behind you, casually holding their drinks,
As if flaunting their age; faint fragments of their conversation linger,
But who cares what they're saying? Certainly not you.
Shrouded by innocence, you stand in your hardly-there bikini,
A vision of pool-side polka dots, hand on one hip,
A pose that a few years on would be provocative,
But you're cute, you get away with it.
Your other hand holds the remains of an ice-lolly,
I can see it's sticky rainbow trails snailing to the curve of your elbow,
And the bits where you've tried to lick it off.
Years later; curiosity has pulled a snag in that veil of innocence you wore so well,
And i can see how the phantom of a fist hugs your cheek,
The question of a kiss rests on your lip,
It drags the corners of your mouth upwards,
But leaves your eyes, your smile, behind.
