You followed Netley
through his parents' house
the rooms having
a middlebrow look
and out into the back
through French windows
and along to the outdoor
swimming pool
he introduced you
to his mother
sitting in a chair
in a bright red
swimming costume
this is Benedict
Netley said
his mother eyed you
with her dark blue eyes
have you come to swim?
she said
Netley said you had
if that was all right
she smiled at you
not at Netley
who stood beside you
have you any swimwear?
she said
no I didn't think
to bring any
you said
Netley find some spare
Netley said he would
and went off
you stood there
a bit shy
want drink?
she said
have you a Pepsi?
you said
of course
she said
help yourself
you tried to avoid
looking at her
sitting there
in that red costume
and her body exposed
where the costume
didn't cover
over by the wall
she added
pointing over the way
you looked at her
and smiled
and took the two fruits
wrapped in red
and carried them
in your boyish head.
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