She knew we were watching
and everyone else
As she led her parade
of butter skin
and salted and bleached hair
past boys who shouldn’t be looking
and girls who couldn’t stop
because these newly bronzed baby faces
are kissed and caressed
by our eyes
and they savour
the judgement
that imprints on their damp skin
and they pretend it’s a compliment
but this compliment
will bite them tomorrow
when they look in the mirror
and see our eyes looking back
