I need someone for whom to write

You stand there like summertime sunlight,
Sluggishly sliding toward the rooftop.
My window is open –
I write about the sun far too often to shut it out –
I turn around and – well – there you are.


I’ve had sunburns that ran too deep,
Ripping the skin from my psyche.
I needed sunscreen for so long but you are shining –
Igniting – inciting – intertwining –
My skin is raw, but
Somehow I don’t mind your unwild gesturing and

(Paradoxically) snowflake eyes.