Beneath sunlight

The sun on my skin,

Made gentle by the

Meditative basking,

Animal prayers

To the first god primitive folk,

Made out of the world,

And you, laid beside me,

Safe and small,

As the world goes on around us,

These sweet breaths,

Small gifts offered and accepted,

Without obligation,

I test the idea

Of how sunlight and fresh air,

Flavour your kisses,

And the thrill of play,

Consumes and fuels

Us both


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