The Man at the Window

Photo by Michael Afonso on Unsplash

A black and green

Hand-me-down bikini

With two ties that knotted

At the center of

My developing chest

Was all that covered

My white, supple body

As I lay in the back yard,

Shading my eyes

From the figure at the window.

The only motion to disrupt the stillness

Came when that imperfect outline of a man

Slithered through the humid midday air

To stand in the hot sun

And gaze at my figure

While holding the hose

On the velvety cockscomb.