Meetings on the beach…

The beach, golden sand, the sky deep blue. A chastened
Wed, without storm or typhoon.
In this scene I saw two women intersect. One
Naked and golden. Another great lady.
With pink umbrella, covered to the neck.
Her skin well protected, no such risk at all.
What was his pale complexion, face the nudist. Who
Accepted, naive or fatalistic.
To offer his young body to the heat of the sun.
If I had then to give them advice,. A
One I said out of your hell. At the other
: Attention, you flat on cancer.