Branded

A moment of held breath
soft skin touches.
Tear smeared and sweaty;
grazed knees, sticky fingers
smelling sweetly of ice lollies
long gone.

His hands pat my face
searching for secrets,
I sigh.
He rests, warm
breath on my neck.

Sleepily stretches arms;
long legs ready to run.
Breath quickens
he races away from me.

Races and wins,
breath comes
hard and fast

A slap on my back,
he passes me by
his handprint left there.