Red and sunburned shins, <br />sepia shoulders, <br />dark back, <br />fairly tan face <br />and a pale tummy. <br />Taking stock of a little sun, <br />I'm a big mess of color <br />and a splatter of light, <br />blurred beauty of Post-Impression. <br />But I've got quick pink lips <br />your imagination loves to cite. <br /> <br />So I'm a sun-drenched mess, <br />and you ask 'Don't you wanna try? ' <br />Try something loitering under my bed, <br />hanging around my old journals? <br />You're too late with a crappy offer. <br />The sun has stained me, <br />the sand's softness gained me <br />and the ocean has detained me, <br />until further notice. <br />I'd rather be a chain of one, <br />with the sunburned links <br />than have you melting, <br />in the palm of my hand, <br />all over life and the kitchen sink.<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beach-before-you/
