i want sunshine to kiss you the way it rides along your hair alights upon the crest of your cheekbone shifts to dance with you setting through the window you play shadow puppets across the walls and around your hands, the light obliges and traces tracks across my face and bathes me in the aftermath of your eclipse and backlit, your grin is - goddamn, you are liquid gold sharp turn away, burning reminder smolders in my chest a note-to-self reprimanding: stop staring at the sun ... but god - if i could be light if i could bring myself to filter through your fingers and brush light against your knuckles if i lived to melt alongside you in honey-lit hues i think i would defy nature; fuck, i think i would just never set again - shit, what am i saying - i'll just check the forecast... ...the sun had better kiss you tomorrow...
