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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