I remember us 

cycling home from college
summertime, through sprinklers
& back uphill
indian cotton shirts
plastered to our backs
sweat beads on your forehead


lolling in the 
warm waters
of your family pool
never cool enough


At the hotel 
everyone spraying champagne
the cork popped
in mid-air
you dived
into the pool
long black dress
fanning out like wings
of a giant butterfly


I remember at the ward
watching you
in the glass tank
spinning your red sarrong
around & around yourself
spraying me
with your corkscrew hair
shouting they woudn't give me a towel



Kathleen Bleakley - 'waterspray' & 'walking barefoot through the snow'