The Glorious Sun
Like some lazy lizard sucking heat
from the lap of a desert rock
I surrender my arching belly
in worship to a sun,
flowing over the sky blue sink
high above me.
Captivated, intoxicated
held in the seductive embrace
of a virgin liquid yellow,
that bathes my impatient flesh.
Spill, until even the memory
of snow
melts in the lap of summers
fragrant grass,
and nurses a longing
born from the stingy breast
of winter.
