The Sun is a careless lover
In bleak season
I sought out your radiance
the warmth of it spilled
down upon me
driving away coldness
in grey days
I basked
worshiping
drinking in light
like nectar
It is hurtful now
in this golden hour
the way you hold me
too close
your fierce touch burns
and I find
I now seek shade
This poem is about:
Our world