Bronzed kisses
under a bronze sky...

Were you a statue
and I the sculptor,
I could not have sculpted
your perfection, your perfect love.
But you glisten in the noonday
Sun, perfect skin roasting
to a dark tan.  I view
you with awe marveling
at the Creator Who created you
with such intricate detail,
with such a skilled wonder.
And, I am lost in the talent
of the art, consumed by

bronzed kisses
under a bronze sky.