head-bobbing our pale faces
in convoy from a pure night
of sweat and smiles
lust, love and sweet sounds
up the mountain
our nylons and bright colours
shining out impishly
from soft greens and browns
the dark water from bright fountain
cooling us after basking in
the sun's great laser beams
the quiet sleeping city below
broadsided by the arrival of the ice-cream truck
subverted, playing our songs
and handing out frozen lollies
and we dance by the side of the pool
children, old and young,
flinging themselves from dizzy height into the water
and that love, that love
smiles and stolen kisses fluttering about
carefree, like us
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