Sun Beams

Hot on my shoulder searing the skin
stroking the music that's playing within
fingertips dancing in rhythmic array
along my nerve endings at the cusp of the day

Sprinkled like salt on the edge of the street
frost patterned leaves dissolve from the heat
hot on my back burning like fire
leaving my senses full of desire

Hovering high like omniscient stalkers
watching the runners, the skaters, the walkers
heating my soul like a spark on the hearth
laughing and smirking with solarium mirth

These are the mornings of coffee and tea
mother earth shares her lover generously with me
and I lay here sated from the hot fingertips
sipping through love-bruised smiling lips


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