by Terri Lynn Court

Created on: July 03, 2007

Your pale skin danced in the sunlight.
Your dark hair laid -
wet and limp -
in the hollow
between your shoulder blades.
Your happiness shone
through the gap in your front teeth
and the soles of your feet
were coated with coarse sand granules
giving the otherwise smooth surface
a bit of texture.
The strings of your bikini top
were tied tight enough to leave red marks
at the base of your neck
and the small triangles of material
clung to your small breasts
leaving little to the imagination.
The smell of watermelon jolly ranchers
seeped from your pores
and into the humid July air
as you watched the women talk
and the children play
on this wednesday afternoon.

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