The sun is cuddled beneath supple, stormy sheets

every tuft of its messy radiance gripping the edges around itself,

and all that is known of its existence emanates as a gentle warmth and a diffused glow.

and,

in a moment of seeming incongruity

every colour rises to a

vivid array of motion

Every element gives a shy smile,

The waves, a casual wink

Every breath smells like honey

Every scent tastes like you

Every breeze feels tender

Every sound rings true

There are passing moments

and matters held

There are thoughts uttered

and lies yelled

There are bodies touched

and reverent melodies played

There are a cosmic crumbles

and terrestrial triumphs

and,

in a moment of seeming incongruity

every colour rises to a

vivid array of motion

Every breath smells like honey

Every scent tastes like you