Sunburn

SYDNEY TAN

Aiya, you look like a peasant!
she smiled, guilty behind a brazen face

intricate creases invading leather cheeks

like those breaking backs ion paddy fields
her padded back curved on white sands

delicately refined

delivered by waves that crashed before

Aiya, laying out there like a crazy bairen
shades of pigment

shaded ridges

interweaving on tapered limbs

insatiable, as they watched

ivory teeth bearing out from parched lips

showing your skin
deep pores dripped

saltiness into lusting waters

patches of weaker pallor

burn

Aiya, have you heard
fiery rays silently beat

drums of bronze

into complexion

into resonant caverns that ignite her

drowning out resistance

skin cancer can kill you
melanin seeping out in fervent rivers

gilded toxins coursing

they smiled, unsuspecting

lethal dye

this time

it will not fade

aiyaaa