A Welsh beauty in the summertime
with a gander-like pale neck
that extends through clouds of
nearby horniness. Above which
she sees:
down the halo barrels into the heads
of each man and woman who imagines her.
The photographer
at the shoot
tells her, You cop a real
Ophelia look. Little knowing
how tragic it is to be pale. A ready-made
victim of the sun. Never really naked
even after she's asked her clothes' permission
and let them drop. Always
an invisible epidermis
of lotion. Pretty
as whales
kicking out of the ocean
along the rocky coasts of Wales. Wails
underwater that travel at the speed of ocean.
One day a camera is going to advertise her
as one, she knows it! A bulbous blubber-beast
that surfaces to crash water. Like sunburn
on the biggest mammal, though: for now
as rare as any lotion invented to
prevent it. Oh but what water!
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