Verge: Stories

TWO GIRLS

They are sixteen and swinging, swinging hands and the hands hold the wrists of sixteen and swinging, around and around and dancing their feet in the sand in circles, in circles at edges of sea foam and dancing and swinging at sixteen, and swinging are girls of sixteen with hands holding wrists and wrists held in hands they are swinging, they are circles of round and around and the love of sixteen and swinging is sea foam, and the foam is their mouths into smiles and mouths making laughter at light and swinging, making laughter at light and the bright of her teeth is the bright of her eye is their heads rocking back into love and to sea foam, and the sea is their hands and the sand is their hands and the hand over wrist to the wrist over hand is their swinging, they are sixteen and swing and the song of their love is the sand and the sea foam, and no one is looking at two girls and circles and out of the world into spiral and flight.