The Sun

The sun rises and sets and either way 

It is forever beautiful to me,

And my sun is not a big round star burning a thousand kilometres away. . .

My sun is a person; 

A young adonis with a face that makes my defences crumble like a piece of paper, 

And I'm drawn to him like a moth to an open flame,

With no care whether I burn.

And his voice? My goodness,

A sweet melody only God can compose,

It breaks through these double layered walls around my heart, 

knocks down the door and terminates the keys, 

Its like a summon to all my senses and nerves and hormones, ordering them into a kaleidoscopic rush,

Making me blush 

I swear I'd be beet red if it wasn't for this melanin, 

With him my smile has meaning. . .

His touch is a blazing fire 

Electrifying like a broken wire 

And like a planet I let go 

And just spin around it 

Round and round 

Never getting dizzy 

But stronger with every energy his touch imparts to me 

With every ray of light his smile shines my way, 

With every radiance his kisses imprint on my lips and flesh, trailing all the way to my core 

I'm never sore, 

He pains me and heals me, 

He breaks me down only to build me up again, 

He makes me sick and cures me

Like the sun he rises and sets 

And i swear he has the magnet for this Iron in my blood,

Always there to lift my mood. 

I live to orbit around him like the moon Reflecting him in all my phases; 

Whether new, full, half or crescent. 

 He is the Sun. My sun.

And i miss his radiance so much!

_M.S