Sun Kisses
by Mandy Barncord-Doerr
Sun kisses scattered
Here and there.
Gold and brown speckles
Upon skin ivory fair.
Gentle little kisses
That are never felt -
Only leaving signs
Where sunbeams have dwelt.
Does the sun take offense
When from him I hide?
Does he feel rejected
When I stay inside?
Does he see me as a child
To be bathed with affection?
Or am I a lover
To be won over by attention?
Perhaps my shyness
Intrigues him
And he courts me -
My mysteries to win.
My skin, an ivory canvas,
He speckles brown and gold.
His reason a secret
I will never know.
Copyright © 1999, Amanda D. Barncord Doerr