Delilah Miller - Beach Before You

Red and sunburned shins,
sepia shoulders,
dark back,
fairly tan face
and a pale tummy.
Taking stock of a little sun,
I'm a big mess of color
and a splatter of light,
blurred beauty of Post-Impression.
But I've got quick pink lips
your imagination loves to cite.

So I'm a sun-drenched mess,
and you ask 'Don't you wanna try? '
Try something loitering under my bed,
hanging around my old journals?
You're too late with a crappy offer.
The sun has stained me,
the sand's softness gained me
and the ocean has detained me,
until further notice.
I'd rather be a chain of one,
with the sunburned links
than have you melting,
in the palm of my hand,
all over life and the kitchen sink.

Delilah Miller

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