Poem #219

the sun is my lover
I call her sunshine
I admire her all day
I’m among the many
but when night comes
she leaves the sky
to be with me
her touch is pure warmth
I find it hard to look at her
she’s beautiful and bright
her skin radiates
her eyes glow
her laugh bubbles
my head floats about her
my lips press against hers
my skin tingles
we laugh through the night
and she shines for me
but in the morning always
she dutifully shines for the world
and that makes her lovelier

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