Giggles in the moonlight
As fireflies dance overhead,
Mimicking the movement
Of the children below.
Clothes, discarded carelessly,
Lay 'neath the sweet-smelling mimosa,
While water laps softly on the shore.
The children drift
In sparkling, dark water,
Too young to understand
The sensuousness of the
Warm liquid on their skin.
Completely entranced with
The freedom of their nakedness,
They are innocently unaware of adult dogma.
Skin glistens whitely in the soft glow
As a child breaks the surface … bottoms up.
“I see your heinie!”
One calls amid the easy laughter
Of the other swimmers.
The air cools and the group
Streaks quickly to their clothes,
Dressing behind the pump house.
Silently they slip back into
The house where the adults,
Drunk on rum and Coke,
Lost in a haze of cigarette smoke,
And sexual innuendo,
Sit unaware of the adventure
Shared by their offspring.