are

in

my

hair

and

I feel

emeralds

in

my eyes

and

emeralds

are round

my waist

and

in my mouth

and

emeralds

are wrapped

round

my legs

and emeralds

are in my brain

and

emeralds

emeralds

emeralds

are

me

I float

on a sea

in a sea

of emeralds

emeralds

Max

trails

a red vine

after him

he

swims

sensitive

to the pull

of the sun

on the

water

Max

turns

to look at

me

every

now

and

then

...

but

I'm

floundering

in

the sticky

substance

over which

he seems

to walk

like an angel

Max

has a

paperbag

in his left hand

and from it

he draws

fruit

of many

descriptions

kiwi fruit

mangoes

apples

pears

bananas

Nashi pears

red grapes

pawpaw

passion fruit

laughter

yes he laughs

and twinkles

as he draws

the red line

over

the green sea