Day 78 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day conflagration meaning: "a very intense and uncontrolled fire."
In the Waves
The sand is hot on their feet
The boys pause and observe
Dutifully the three girls beside
Them today they are on the cusp of something
They laugh and their mouths are wide and shrill and jubilant
Into the waves
Their Awkward pre-adolescent calves
Crash up and down in the shallow water
The air is cold here and goosebumps form and eyes are confused and lost it seems there
Is nowhere safe to look and nothing
Safe to feel or think
The boys look and then look away
Pretending not to see changes in
Their companions and one will find
Them to be angels and one will
Protest and wrestle them into the water all the while wondering
And knowing what that aching sensation is that dark impulse behind all the smiles and laughs
The last boy will watch and pray the day will end he shall have the darkest fantasies of all
A conflagration in his heart and groin burns powerfully and silently
There are images where the girls mouths are twisted open and adoring lost in something he does not yet have the words for
All this plays out
As the group stands Stationary
With waves lapping up and down
There is a fascination in simply
Being present bodies near each other
One boy notices a girl shivering beside him notices the goosebumps from her neck down to her chest notices and then looks away
It may have been ten minutes or less
They return to the burning noon sand and nestle their deep buried desires as they lay back and watch the sun pick at their skin.
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