Sunburn

[underdogx]

Mr. Sun,
I know you married that blonde girl
just to watch her blush.
I know how your heart soared
when her nose was peeling
as you lifted the veil to kiss her.
How she reached
through the surfaceless blue,
and how she beamed
through the infinite depth.

Mr. Sun,
her skin is a fragile thing.
Her chapped lips still softer
than any mass in space.
Your long limbs' caress
is a salted wound.
Your lips on her's, a roast.
But the multitude cried with joy
and the rain fell
on her burnt face.
She shook with delight
at it's cold caress.

What a shiver of consummation!
The dress clung like a mer-tail.
She swam through the atmosphere
to float there,
at the surface of earth.
And, you just sat
with so much exosphere between you,
unable to reciprocate
the journey.