I made Love to the Sun
On the beach.
His strength was sweet and delicious.
He warmed me with gold,
And shielded me bronze,
Showed me his smile
And his muscles.
He picked me up and carried me off
To a place—
I don’t know where.
He tickled me peach,
Left me breathless,
And dizzy,
And hopeless,
And I didn’t care.
Now I find myself
Back at my spot on the sand.
I discover myself anew.
My mascara is gone,
But I see that the Sun
Is wearing my smirk
And a hint of my rouge.
-jenn long
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