IMPERTINENCE

In the brash brightness
Of the Australian summer
I see impertinent imperfections
That I missed
Under sifted Thai light
Of our incipient bliss.
But they make no difference
To the glory of your sweet skin.
It glows and parades
In tones and shades that gleam -
Toffee, honey and caramel cream -
Even as the sun shines and declines.