The white white walls
of the swimming pool
are on fire
with the reflections
of the water
distorting our
every movement.
Flames of water
dance upon walls
as you emerge
from these Sunday waters
like a Venus
in a clinging wool costume.
Me clammed up
tight as a shell
unable to
tell
you
'I love you! '
Now far away from
that time
the watery flames
of my pre-pubescent
desire
still burns
through all those years.
I forever nine...
...you forever ten.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flames-of-water/
