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Words by Susanna Davies-Crook

She She She She She 

Dimmed her head under the cast of the wave and a smile broke over her face

A wash

Sand stroked

The crest of a wave spied from a white stucco balcony 

And you.  The three colour pigment exploded diagram of a place in the sun

She didn’t like the flash of the gun bulbs ablaze 

But a family like any other she thought, family nonetheless.

Hands smoothing out the suncream on the child’s upturned nose, his young eyes creased against the bleach sky

a kiss a touch on sand soft

hot bronze

a swiping of fingers across crystal follicles

bejewelled in gilded love for

some 

one

far away but ever near

body stiff to taunt the heat, moments frozen; incomplete