Privacy

Yellow and blue,
sun and ocean.
A wildflower,
a drop of rain.
A silly bee,
the sky at dawn.

A boy is bouncing a ball against the pavement,
There is talking,
more boys join in.
There's laughing.
The bouncing stops,
Running steps take over. 
Bouncing continues. 

There is a blue breeze that cleans the air,
more laughing.
The yellow rays touch a girls knees,
she sits and looks at the scene.
She looks at the boy.  
He knows she's there.

Next to her is a white bicycle, 
her faithful friend.
She likes white and green.

She does not speak, she just watches.
She's engaged.
Her back and neck reveal that:
her posture is perfect. 

The yellow makes her warm,
the blue keeps her awake.
Her slim mouth is slightly open, 
she's spellbound.
Her cold toes move, almost unnoticeable,
it's her private excitement. 

She quietly smiles,
the boy has seen her.
No one noticed.
She likes that. 

Underneath her dress her heart is pounding.
If they only knew. 

The boy bounces the ball, 
he plays to his heartbeat, 
which gets faster and faster.
He stands in the yellow, he loves the blue.
A glance,
he smiles. 

She smells of flowers, he thinks.

He smiles,
The girl blinks agreeing,
No one noticed.
They like that.