Gym Days

Blonde hair in a brittle bun.
Face caked with make up.
Legs streaked with 'fake bake'.
Box tight in black shorts and a pink zip top.
Trainer socks sparkle Daz white.
Each and every stroke fresh as virgin plastic.
Neat as a pin.
What goes on in her head?
Does she do geometry as she pumps iron?
Or does she think about the boy she's yet to meet?
What are you thinking?

Boy obsessing on his reflection.
Merging with a glass vision.
He pulls back his short sleeves and flexes his muscles.
Watching them pop.
He stretches his calves - too meaty to be lean.
A teenage illusion.
Watching him, watching others to catch them watching.

She's a little boss eyed.
Her tiny pearl earrings are real.
She's got a small roll round her tiny middle
Which she's sweating into submission.
Intelligence lurks between the ipod screwed to her ears.
Another fifteen minutes and she can go home to the kids.