LAYERS.

She hit me with an acrobat,
Collected on her route,
A single spinning individual
Abandoned by its troop.

And though it spun it did not turn,
So lateral swipes were dealt,
Until in untold anguish
My skin began to melt.

And as it dripped I registered
More pain with each degree,
Where seven levels of sunscreen
Had left their mark on me.

And having bared my muscle,
Sinew, vein and bone,
It left at her instruction,
As my cover was blown,

And everyone could see me,
For what I really was,
A collection of creation,
Lax and ludicrous.