Sorry. I used to worship you; bare
my skin to your golden rays like
a supplicant. I allowed you access
to the most intimate parts
of my anatomy.
You, in return, dispensed
vitamins A and D, burnished
my whiteness to a warm, amber glow.
I thought we were on the same page, thought
we had a flare for each other.
You tricked me. You exposed me.
All those years of naked devotion,
senseless! I never dreamed
your ultra-violet tongue could be
so cruel, turning my own flesh against me,
causing scaly dots on the surface
to spread tendrils of basal cell cancer below,
like vicious gossip.
You’ve burned me one too many times.
I’m blocking you.