Rise

Today he is the sun. 

Explosions and creation and gravity live within him. 

The rays of which land on my body and alter my mood. His lips on my skin. 

He is warm. 

The sound of his voice echoes in my memory; a wildfire that rapidly spreads. The smoke thereof, so thick, I can see nothing else.

And you can find moonlight in his eyes.

And scattered all over his body are maps of these secret places. 

And he will decend and go and traces of him will color my sky. 

And tomorrow, a new sun will rise. A new flame. A new love.