Mad dogs
We heeded
and now wouldn’t dream of giving the SPF a miss
‘Do my back’
Then flat out, limbs
strategically arranged for even UV
and welcome the warmth
seeping through protective epidermis
into bone marrow
and weighing it down
which is odd as we think golden skin
somehow looks slimmer
but hot heaviness bears down
pinning torsos to sunbeds
and towels and strategically placed
garden furniture.
It sits on eyelids, soon they too concede
Books drop
Sweat rises
Heat shimmers
Nothing moves
Nothing will ever move again
even when pleasantly roasted
bubbles over into prickly hot
‘Damn, this will peel’
