Every morning the sun dashes gallants through my dining-room window, arms, spread wide, a glowing smile on his face and says here I am take me.
He is irresistible handsome, sizzling hot. So dazzling is he, I am forced to squint, but I refuse to turn away, cannot turn away for his alluring yellow face, his crowing aura, his energy.
The sun’s vigor feeds me, and like the plants and trees, I thrive best when I am under his gaze.
I was seeded in a warm place and took my first breath in the cooling warmth when one day was done and another was getting ready to be born.
Call me a sun child
call me warmth
call me vibrant
dress me in oranges and yellows
fill my mind and body
let my words
ignite our pettiness
stir old grudges