Sun
I am fusion’s fury
93 million miles
from the tip of
your tongue
bounce of your
breasts
press of your
feet
cresting in the
morning
coloring your curves
in mouth watering
orange
illuminating the
valleys
of men’s
desires
warming you
to receive
his tiny fire
while I burn
immense
my single eye
freeing you
from night
so that he
who would be
me
if he could
would burn you
to ashes
in fatal
ecstasy.
Copyright © Joseph Adler | Year Posted 2018
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