I am the sun, and
I want to smack with a kiss
every
square,
bare inch
of where you're white,
and turn your skin
to burnished rose and gold
in the dawning, noontime, setting light
of my love streamed in cascades
over and up, and into and
all through you
'til you glow
inside,
wherein lies
every spiritual inch
of your soul, or could it
be heart, and mind? So far from control
it's indomitable. And yet
you will say you're mine.
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