Two Kids  

The gleam of the tire rims,
The buffed polish of the hood,
He slumped behind the steering wheel,
A young man looking good.

Her captivating smile was radiant,
Beneath a freckled nose.
Her cheeks blushed slightly,
Pink as a rose.

I watched them unobtrusively,
Two kids laughing with glee.
So wrapped in youthful wonderment,
Neither noticed me.

“Hop in,” he invited.
She opened the passenger door.
He helped her with the seatbelt,
She flashed that dazzling smile once more.

She twirled a curl of his hair,
With a slender finger bent.
He looked into her beaming eyes,
His angel-heaven-sent.

The kiss he took was quick and deep,
I should have looked away.
But, oh, how lovely young love is
On a beautiful spring day.

May: 2006

Note: Written at "Mavericks Surf Beach" of Pillar Point, Half Moon Bay, California, a famous surf competition venue.