Neon Days

Stippled glass refracted day-
light into neon
green as a rock pool,
sculpting our fluid teen-
age bodies into punky shapes,
miming Poly Styrene and Siouxsie.

“Just like dancing,” you said
behind your dark glasses.

“I know,” I said,
flashing with mine.

We leaned
against
the
opaque bricks,
watching light
play catch-me-if-you-can,
neon mermaids,
untouchable
and young,
for now,
in our immersed dominion.