Poem: “SPF 20”
We walked between the waves
breaking up on the beach.
Your back was so sunburned—
evidence that I had missed a spot.
“Why won’t you swim with me?”
you asked. “Summer ends so soon!”
I held your hand; beckoned by whitecaps,
we gave the sea one last night,
but I knew I was leaving that empty shore
darker-skinned, yet unharmed;
while you, a red shell, soon peeling.
December 18, 2013