She smells like sunshine

Bittersweet and blindingly bright

Specks of dust that dreamily dance in her light fill my lungs


She feels like a stormy night

Static shocks from her fingertips

and buzzing electricity radiates from her lips

I feel little burns and nips when we kiss


She is a ray of 3pm sun

Warm, calm

the last sign of day

I'm just the shadow she casts 

Just a face taking space where her rays can't reach

But when the morning comes they will shift again

And I will be consumed by her light


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. 

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