Too bright

Too powerful

Her breath of morning,

Draws me in

Her earthy glow of noon,

Excites the melanin in my skin

Plants salivate at her flux of energy

Reaching their arms high

Grasping at her ribbons

A whirl of plasma, never to subside

Still,

I cannot kick my habit

And sober myself

So she swings to watch

My drunken step

Her hands still guiding

Through my disillusionment

I’m glad I didn’t take her for granted.