“Glory, prosperous, or flourishing”

Today,

They’d swum;

Dived and splashed.

All of them,

A gaggle of youth.

They’d eaten

Watermelon

And drunk

Cider.

They’d wrestled

On shoulders,

And explored

Underwater caves.

And then

they rested;

Sprawled out

On hanging rocks,

The palmy sun, sticky

Against their bare

Skin.

She’d laid next to him,

Centimetres apart,

Her torso long

And appealing,

his long and

Angular.

He watched her

smile,

Her lips curved

Just right,

As their friends

continued to play.

Bravely he closed

The space between

Them.

His arm

Brushing hers.

He waited for her

To flinch away.

But she stayed,

Pressed against

His side.