When
the sun beats down.
And burns the tar up on the roof.
And your
shoes get so hot.
You wish your tired feet were fireproof.
"Where the hell have they got to?"
We stifle laughter and I clamp a hand over my mouth, trying my hardest not to make a noise. Next to me you hold your face in your hands as tears of mirth stream down your face and I have to turn away, fearing dire consequences if our eyes were to meet. Above us we can hear agitated chattering and the irritated sounds of confusion as our friends stomp back and forth over our hiding place. Gritty sand rains down on us from above.
Under
the boardwalk.
Down by the sea.
On a blanket with my baby.
Is where I'll be.
"I swear I'm going to kill them both."
You grab my shoulder, a little painfully, and pull me close, whispering things in my ear that make me start to laugh all over again. The sounds of the waves drill at my ears and the sickly sweet smell of candy and fast food wafts over us on the breeze.
From
the park you'll hear.
The happy sound of a carousel.
You can
almost taste the hot dogs.
And french fries they sell.
"They were around here a second ago, I swear."
At some point during our laughter we lean towards each other and our lips meet, kissing softly, searching in the darkness. Gentle tongues seek and explore and hands come up to caress, tenderly giving in to the temptation to touch. I moan quietly as you run your hands through my hair, pulling me as close to you as I can get.
Under
the boardwalk.
Down by the sea.
"That's it, I give up."
We hear the others storm off but I barely take notice. I'm transfixed, consumed by you and unable to break away, feeling the cold, warm sand shifting under me as you lay me down. You pull away and I stare into your eyes, wondering how I could ever have waited so long for a moment like this.
On
a blanket with my baby
Is where I'll be
END
