Her, My Sun
Ruby, rose, cinnamon and scarlet
paint my body in dancing fragments of light
as the sun closes her left eye
and hugs boundless mirrors of sea,
I watch her life begin to fade
as the fingers of trees fall
only to be crumpled and swept
under the concrete rugs.
Have I ever told her I love
the way she gently touches my shoulder at dawn
when she kisses me good-morning,
and lulls me out of my daze,
the way she holds my hand
as I hold his heart,
steadily dripping behind me.
She shows me fear in a heap of your tears
glistening only in her golden touch,
and shows me pain in his blistered hands
once obscured by darkness and the hint of
the moon, her brother,
who only shows slivers of his scars,
but she reveals them wholly.
She weaves me into her web,
leaving me suspended in her warmth
I melt out of my delicate body
and into her embrace,
she cradles me like a mother
licking away longing and regret,
I crave her comfort, her resilience
I need her love- deep and never unrequited,
her, my sun
I cannot live without