High Noon Rays
So
soothing,
the moisture;
Cooling my core
I’m in a state of
bright ataraxia;
A barricade for brittle,
fragile skin is now protected;
If only your touch contained aloe,
instead of the high noon rays that fry me.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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