Sunny Skin

Skin
Scented with sun
And honey
Radiating
A second hand warmth
Stolen
While watching clouds
On a winter afternoon
Laughing bellies
Pressed to the earth
As we lazily sipped tea
Flip flopping
On to our backs
To scan the sky
Dragons lurk in vaporous cloud
Alligators snapping
Morphing
As the storm rolls in
Night falls
With bone crunching cold
Sunlight scent still on our skin

Sharon Paine July 2015