Solar Dance

Wed, 07/17/2013 - 00:29 -- xfroz16

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



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. 


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