THE SKIN WE`RE IN

One lasting image that endures

is of her sprawled there on the shore;

Wispy waves, scorching sand,

Bronzed and brown, toned and tanned,

Bikini clad, bum on ground,

Skyward mounds, firm and proud.

This heavenly body on beach towel lies,

Tiny waist,inviting thighs,

Lotion glistens, silk-like flesh,

Rose complexion, young and fresh,

Designer shades, eyes jammed tight,

Swathed gently in the hot sunlight.

She`s overturned, now- sun on back.

Bottoms up- no lines, no slack.

Perfect shape, fully rounded,

Top unfastened, dreams unbounded.

Hang on! a blemish! What`s the answer?

Has another daft damsel caught skin cancer?

P.Reid 14.03.11