Pitfall : Poetry - Evening Fun browse

In the evening we have fun,
Worshipping the sun,
And we are happy.

Radiation scars our blood,
So we cover ourselves with mud,
And we are dirty.

The flicker and the burn,
We see images as they churn
Upon the sea.

Touching and feeling,
My senses are riling,
Stimulated by the glow.

Excitement comes and grows,
Putting me into the throws,
Of red summer fun.

The heat is too much,
From the sun and the touch,

So into the wet sea I thrust,
Ignoring its slimy disgust.

I jump in and out of each wave,
Till at last my legs they cave.

The sun flitters away,
And once again it is day,
Leaving us drying on the beach.

We put back on our clothes,
And off to work she goes, Ending our evening fun.