Sun and Light
My Sun brought light, she grows in curves
but dappled. Developing in dark rooms,
pushing at wafer-skinned, light sensitive years,
just wants for a few more scanty seconds.
My Sun brought smiles, fetches and feeds
me fruit full. Light, her close freckled grains
of shy touch and soft suggestions breed,
she’s growing, she’s filling, she beckons.
My Sun brought shivering in shadow’s
light hands. Beneath her table, touching
unquivering bright that piercing arrow,
suffering shots with pitched light weapons.
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