Skin dipping

I loved my waterbabies
Wanted all my own
Doting watchers nod, clap, smile
As we kick, plunge, dive
Surprised they paid
A teenager so well
To swim and play
With children
No favourites
But one boy
Keen as mustard
From far across
Indian Ocean
Much bigger, older
Than the others
Little I knew
To dip was such
A luxury because
Of the colour
Of the skin

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