The Sun hitting ur face,
the pure warmth, orange across ur eyelids,
your skin buzzing with life.
Spring has come,
poking its green head
from the ashes.
A caress, a reassurance that you are loved;
A gentle hold when the darkest cold has taken hold.
A sunburst kiss, that chastises,
smarts with itchy reverence.
A beacon of light,
that I will follow
until my life eclipses
and the lights freckles my face.