Her fragrance is exquisite
A foundation of insect repellant
Overlaid with suntan lotion
And a sheen of perspiration
That smells like a summer promise
Of beaches and bronzed thighs
Simmering in slowchained solar intoxication
Waiting to transform into an airbrushed image
Of idealized perfection
But the reality is good enough and then some
In this languid moment
Of golden reflection
David Trudel © 2013
