Girls in Sundresses

Olive skin absorbs the sun,
reflects it with a glow that

resonates off floral covers,
the kind that hide the prize

that gets exposed in later days
when that fleshy luminosity

becomes so overwrought,
exploited, and unappreciated.

When at the season’s dusk
the eyes grow weary of their

sight, longing instead for the
thrill of a still-covered breast

with half-revealed legs that
tease the summers’ sex and

the shattering of autumns still to come.

One response to “Girls in Sundresses

  1. Pingback: May: Great Month, or Greatest Month? | thom dunn

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