He was the one
Who washed away tan lines.
He made them fade
When I was absent from my mind.
He took the lines and blurred them from view,
He peeled them from my brown body
And changed my inner hue.
He scraped the lines that dotted my thighs
And replaced them with bitter white lies.
He grazed the outline with his fingers
And in the morning his words didn't linger.
He took the shade of me
That he felt he owned
And he set it free,
With nowhere left to roam.
He broke the lines that traced
Gently protruding collarbones
And replaced it with a pale face
And a body too hazy to moan.
When the heat of morning
Brought no sun,
Looking to my skin
It seemed the damage was done.
And sleeping beside me,
Shades darker than before,
Was a man who felt he
Deserved so much more.
