2

Spaghetti strap
suntan
I’m always supposed to hate.

The way the sun
smudges skin
indicating all the
parts I passed.

Tips of shoulders, apples of cheeks
all the flesh the cream missed
science revealed prevented touch
but is that what I want?

I love overlapping stripes
collarbone neckline
beach trips bike rides
touched by heat
imprinted in memory like a
human photo album.

Stories woven by hours in
golden light
and when it goes all there’s left
is
the crunch of leaves
damp dew
grey gravel
steamed milk
atmosphere smeared dark.

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7 thoughts on “2

  1. The way your words leads one to acknowledge emotional values untouched by the sun, imagination plays havoc……what a nice way to capture the mind of the reader drawing them into the secret world of fantasy.

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