Sarah Wilks – (Year 13, Samuel Marsden Collegiate, Wellington)
Little Sister
After stories last night
I couldn't help but notice
The perfection in your milk white cheek,
The smooth and absolute softness of it,
Like a mound of icing sugar.
Then, erupting with laughter,
Your eyes glimmered
And your mouth grinned open,
So I was washed with the smell of toothpaste,
As your warm body twisted away,
Leaving me cold.
