Be it in the sea or on land my duty is
                         the preservation of life
Be you woman man or child,
it doesn't matter if your ugly or fit
but remember this before you leave.
                                   "BRUSH YOUR TEETH,
Its a major gag reflex condition you
don't want my chunks in your mouth.

When I give you the kiss of life don't use
tongue, I have a wife who would  divorce
me quicker than you  know...
                  My job is to look good and to
always looked tanned with a smile.

*"Please don't drown, as the sea water leaves
patches on my skin fading my fake tan,

A week
with her
sought a
triumph that
would move
a clot
with hands
that were
a clock
when hour
set time
with yore
in fashion
then I
would adore
her more
than fore.

Theres something about the summer
— the way the sun
Turns skin pink,
A blush which will
Fade,
Though the memories will not.
The way the light breeze
Caresses fiery skin,
The way the trees
Provide shaded cover
For adventurers
Looking to rest.
But for the life of me
I cannot describe
In avid detail
How sunkissed skin
Makes even the prettiest
Tan crayon jealous,
And i cannot possibly
Begin to match the blue
Of the sky
To the lines
On my paper.

What even is it?
Is it a perfect smile
Long golden hair
Blue eyes with long eyelashes
Tan skin
Perfect figure
Big ****
Big *****
Clear skin
Pale skin?

That stuffs all *******
What's a beautiful face
Without a beautiful soul
An ugly personality
And dark soul
Destroys that beautiful face
It means nothing anymore

Beauty comes from within
Stop straining yourself
To look a certain way
You are you
God made you who you are
For a reason
Love yourself
Be confident

A beautiful head of hair offered her a drink.
She had to drive home.

High cheekbones and a leather jacket asked her to dance.
She was never a good dancer.

Tall and lean made eyes from across the room.
She turned away.

Friendly and endearing made small talk on the stool next to her.
Weather.
Music.
Occupations.

“So, are you… in a relationship?”
She looked down at her hands.
A white line against bronze skin seared with absence.

“No,” finally,”not anymore.”