I Want to Hold Hands with the Sun
April 28 2021

Sometimes, I want to hold hands with the sun.

Her rays interlock my fingers.

They play with my roughed-up hair.

She slides between my unshaven legs

that haven't seen her light, 

ever since winter's last stay.

She keeps me company, standing there -

on the floor and on the walls.

She'll caress my skin;

My imperfect skin.

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On the bad days,

she warms my bruised soul.

On the good days...

Well...

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I wish for her to stand by the wall all day and night.

But every time I reach out for her.

She moves.

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I wish I could give everything I've received from her,

but I can't.

I think she's scared,

I'll get burned.