Bathing In The Sun Poem by Midnight Clarity

Sun is a weight on skin,
heat pressing down
into the bones,
limbs scattered
all akimbo,
oil slick, sweat slick
gleam of flesh
revealed
in lazy curves,
convexities,
all begging to be
touched
all eager for
apollo's kiss,
a midas touch
that gilds, just
strokes mere colour
on the surface,
light reflecting
from the peaks
deep into valleys
that invite the
greedy eyes
of passers by
to feast, rejoice
and wish they
were the sun.