His sunrise feels like a caramel coated glow
On mornings that are iced over and alone,
And his sunset smooths heat waves like icing,
Chilled on fevered air wafts and feelings.
He looks like a golden feather between leaves
When he extends across the atmosphere
To cover me with cozy recollections and
Melt away the mistakes and make me yellow.
Warm tan touches reach my cheeks and
They glisten bright red beneath the
Layered air and unlamented ending, I
Remember him differently from so far away.
Yet the radiance reaches from way up there
And I want to touch it, I see it paint my palms,
Fill the crevices and close in on the gaps,
I hold it in my hand and reel it in closer.
Heat rises and releases,
Come back down
And get
Here,
I’ve got him.
And somehow,
The sun feels less subtle
Sitting on the surface of my skin.
It bubbles and blisters when he lingers,
Not from behind my closed curtains but
From the edge of my bed and under my
Duvet, burning the stitches and igniting.
Beams of light burst and crack corneas,
Blind me and leave behind the burns
That discolor what once felt orange from
His rays of memory, but the contact kills.
His core is not as comforting as the glint
That grew from the gap in the horizon and
Greater are the days that he felt gone
From me, a fraction of what stayed there.
Scorched expectations, I begin to see him
Better from the blaze he set with me now,
Unfold my fingers to free his fire, but flames
Inch up my arms and I know that I asked for it.
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