Feeling Golden

Written by: Andrea Dietrich

Unhooking my bikini, I fall in to Utah Lake; it’s thirteen years ago! I’m naked, and the sun - incarnadine - like me, has also slipped itself down low, (though into dusk), while, I -in water -glow! My arms are freckle-speckled, lightly tanned. Beneath my skin I’m feeling golden, and my breasts are buoys, round and pearly white. My legs kick strongly; they are lean and grand; I’m sturdy - yes - but now I’m sweetly light! For Cyndi MacMillan's YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT Poetry Contest