When we were kids

When we were kids

We were fools

To believe

Beautiful movie

People were real.

Making love

On a riverbank

Rolling in the mud

Towing flat-bottomed boats

Plodging knee deep

Through reeds

As sharp as blades

With nary a scratch.

Washed up on some

Desert island

Flashing white teeth at each other

First thing in the morning

Before the invention of

Toothpaste and mouthwash.

When we got covered

In bites

And dog mess.

Mosquitoes

Love a bare arse.

Every blade of grass

Carries an ant

We stood in cowpats

Scratched our ankles

On corn stalks

Angry

Birds left a deposit

On sunburned shoulders.

And yet,

We dreamed of

Floating naked

In clear water

Making love on white sand

Regardless

Painless

Salt-kissed

Spread-eagled

In full sun.

Constructing memories

That may never have happened

But were,

Nevertheless

The best days of our lives.