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I am the Sun

Your clock ticks to my rise
and tocks as I set. Seeds
planted in the garden
of your mind grow
with my warm attention.
In winter when you turn
cold, I bring myself
closer, give you all
the light I can for as long
as I can. Every night
you sleep with no doubt
that I’ll be waiting for you
to wake. My brilliance
outshines everything else
in your sky—clouds, shooting
stars, and Jupiter. You worship
my beauty like a distant
deity, bask and bathe
in my glory, let me kiss
your face, touch your bare
skin—sometimes just a little,
sometimes too much. To hold
my gaze causes you pain,
and yet, you can’t turn away.

~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013